“What do you mean?" he asks.
“Don't play dumb!" I shout at him. Even I'm a bit surprised by how angry I am.
“Careful," he says, flinching from my sudden verbal assault. “Not while I'm driving."
That is, I admit, not a terrible point. “When though?" I press, trying to lower my voice a little. “When were you going to tell me? How could you just not mention that to me?"
“Where did this come from?"
I pull out my phone and pull up the recording. Is it a good idea to show him? What if I need to use the same trick against him again, later? There might be even more secrets he's keeping from me. I don't want to wait, though. Maybe that's just me being impatient, but I don't want to wait. I need to know. I need to know right now if I'm a f*cking monster, so I pull up the recording, and I press
