Page 75 of The Trophy

Right.

Just remind me never to cross my sister, because when she uses her powers for evil, rather than for good, she’s positively scary.

“Now, stop giving me a third degree interrogation. Watch the house and help yourself.”

She turns to grab a box from the backseat and drops it on my lap.

“You brought Krispy Kreme donuts?”

“Duh,” she says, as if that was obvious. “This is a stakeout. The number one rule of stakeouts is that you need to eat while you wait. And I’m pretty sure you didn’t have breakfast, right?”

Can’t argue with that logic.

All the nervous energy since Cash left my apartment last night took a toll on me. I’m tired because I didn’t sleep a wink, worried about losing my connection with Cash. I don’t want to believe that he’s been lying to me this entire time, but if he hasn’t, why all the secrecy?

After tossing and turning last night and meeting Bay this morning to discuss a solution, I’m famished.

I open the box of donuts, my mouth watering as I grab one of the plain glazed ones, passing the box to Bay. “Thank you,” I mumble, with my mouth full of delicious, sugary dough.

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” she says softly. “I have to feed you, I’m your big sister after all.”

I roll my eyes, unable to hide the smile at her typical reminder that she’s seven minutes older than me.

Bay smiles back, grabbing one of those monstrosities with maple syrup glaze and candied bacon on top. Her favorite.

I guess our taste in donuts is the best way to see how different we are about everything, despite looking identical.

The truth is that we might be as different as night and day, but there’s no one I love more in the whole world.

I trust Bay with my life and I would do anything for her, the same way she’d do anything for me.

I swallow the last bite, licking the sugar off my fingers and debating if I should eat another one. All this anxiety is making me hungry.

“Lake, look!”

Bay’s voice causes me to jump and drop the box of donuts I had opened again, trying to decide if I wanted another glazed or a custard donut, my other favorite.

I follow my sister’s finger as she points to the front door of Cash’s house.

The door is open and a tall, blonde woman is standing on the threshold.

I can’t see her face clearly from this far away, but I’m pretty sure she’s the stunning woman Cash had his arms around in the photo that’s burning a hole in my purse.

I watch as the other woman who rang the doorbell says something to her and a few moments later, Cash’s girlfriend—wife?—takes a step back, letting two small children out of the house.

There are hugs and kisses and the children leave with the other woman.

“Come on, let’s go,” Bay urges me, opening the car door, ready to jump out of her SUV.

“Go where?” I ask, frozen on the spot.

“Where could we possibly go? We’ll go talk to her. Find out if she’s Cash’s ex or if he’s cheating on both of you.”

I look at my sister as if she had sprouted a second head. “Why? I’m not?—”

“Why the fuck else would we waste our time watching his house, if not to find out what’s really going on? It’s not like she has a giant sign that says ‘ex’ or ‘current main squeeze’ or whatever they are to each other. But it’s obvious that your boyfriend spent the night in that house with that woman instead of with you. Since he won’t give you any details, we’re getting the truth right out of the lion’s mouth.”

When she puts it that way…

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