I didn’t know what to say. With my ripped dress tucked under my arm, it looked like I was coming from some sort of booty call at Andrew’s. Yet I couldn’t tell the truth, either, not with my attacker right in front of me.
“Yes,” was all I could manage to say.
“Here discussing the wedding planning?” Bob said, as though leading me in the direction he wanted the alibi to go.
“Yes,” I said again. Andrew would know it wasn’t true if it got back to him, but he would probably think that I just didn’t want anyone to know that I was almost raped.
“Well, that’s nice,” Lisa said, although she did not seem to fully believe the excuse. She eyed the dress tucked under my arm, then stared me in the face but didn’t say anything more.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, and said, “I should
