36 Megan
‘What are you doing? Who’s that?’ he asks, looking at the phone, which I’m holding next to my head.
I end the call and quickly erase it from my call history list.
‘I came down to get a glass of water and I checked my phone and saw I had a voicemail,’ I say, my cracking voice betraying me.
Chris nods. ‘Who was it?’
‘Oh, just an old one from a few days ago. The doctor’s surgery confirming my appointment. You know how it is, sometimes it says you’ve got a new voicemail but it’s just an old one you haven’t deleted yet.’
‘Taken you a while to get a glass of water, hasn’t it?’
‘I had a headache so I went to get painkillers as well. Then I checked my phone, saw the voicemail… I’ve not been down here long.’
‘Twelve minutes,’ he says, in a flat monotone.
‘Oh. I wasn’t counting.’
