"Abel has a sister?"
She nodded. "Abigail. She was your age when she passed away. Poisoned in the hospital. She has a son, Abel's nephew whom Erin is taking care of."
"Oh." Shit, I had no idea about this at all. "But how is that possible? How can he be having an affair with his nephew's caretaker?"
"Why are you jumping to that conclusion? Have they done anything to make you believe they're having an affair? It could be anything. We might know soon enough."
"Are you... defending him?"
"Of course not." She sat back and folded her arms over her chest, leveling a steady gaze on me. "I'm only curious. Why do you care so much about them shagging? It's not in your nature. You hate him, so why are you so agitated now? Is there something you're not telling me, Lana?"