"I told you, nothing is going on between Paige and Sandy." I could hear my voice rising a register, making me sound petulant and childlike.

"Sandy? Who the hell is Sandy?"

"Coach Dalton. Sandra Dalton."

"And how could you possibly know she isn't molesting your daughter? They have pictures, Melanie!"

"I've seen the pictures, Mother. There's nothing incriminating about them."

"You've seen them?! You knew about this? And how could you possibly be sure there isn't something going on?"

"I just know." My voice was small, my spirit shrinking under my mother's angry gaze.

"Know? You don't know anything, Melanie. For crying out loud! They could be doing God knows...