He was lying. As he walked away, she’d seen his phone in his back jeans pocket. He hadn’t picked it up from the floor. It had been there all along. That light had come from somewhere else. A crawl space behind the wall? She dug her nails into her palms in mounting anger. Why had he lied, what was he hiding from her? Something special: something beautiful. They’d always shared with each other, always had so much in common.
