Evan came home and looked around.
Then I set the table.
Candles. Nice plates. Fresh tea. The good napkins.
Evan came home and looked around.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
“I wanted dinner to be nice.”
He smiled. “You seem in a good mood.”
“I am.”I noticed. I noticed everything now.
That was my first lie to his face, and it felt strangely easy.
Clara arrived at seven carrying a cake and wearing a smile that made me want to slam the door.
“Wow,” she said. “This looks beautiful.”
“I’m glad you made it,” I said.
Evan took the cake from her. Their eyes met for half a second too long.
I noticed. I noticed everything now.
