Secrets

“John!”

“Yes?” He signaled for the room to go quiet as he answered the phone.

“I can’t see you. I’m at the cinema.”

The word used to describe the look of realisation that crossed John’s face isn’t appropriate for public consumption.

Neither is the word for the look he received from those he was silencing.

Valery, however, knew he had forgotten. She knew he would not be standing in line to watch the movie he had promised for months that they would see.

She also knew he was not working late as he was about to claim.

And she knew the name of the person he was silencing but whom she could not see.

Jennifer. The pretty blonde she had used to call her friend. Who thought she still was her friend because she didn’t know Valery had discovered the pictures John had forgotten to erase from his phone.

What John didn’t know was that Valery also was not at the cinema.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

John looked at Jennifer as he quickly threw off the covers. Who could that be?

Words are also not appropriate for the curse Valery gave John when he answered the door.