Chapter 7

Jason was just nervous. By quarter after three in the afternoon, he’d begun pacing down the hall, from the bedroom to the living room and back again, pinching his lower lip and biting his nails. Every time he entered the bedroom, he asked Rachel some stupid question. “What if he doesn’t come? What if we offend him? What if he says no?”

Rachel was in the bathroom, touching up her makeup, and every question he asked made her roll her eyes at her reflection. When she finished putting on her eyeliner, she heard him come into the bedroom and, before he could ask anything else, she countered with, “What if he’s catfishing you?”

Suddenly her husband was in the bathroom with her, a bundle of nerves. His intense stare almost made her laugh. “What do you mean by that?”

With a shrug, Rachel said, “Just that you never know who you’re talking with online, do you?”

“He sent me pictures,” Jason pointed out.

“But are they really of him?” Rachel asked.