“Oh! This isn’t what it looks like,” Anthony stammered, snatching the phone from Anna’s hand. Anna scoffed, a sharp, hollow laugh escaping her throat.
“We’ve been together for a month and the mask is already slipping,” she said, her voice trembling with a jagged edge.
“Wait—what?” Anthony’s face twisted in confusion. “This message is just—”
“Save it.” Anna cut him off, held up a hand to silence him. “I can’t deal with this. Good night.” She spun on her heel, heading for the exit.
“No, no, no, Anna!” Anthony lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
“Let go of me! People are staring,” Anna hissed, squirming against his hold. He released his grip, only to clamp his hand firmly around her wrist. “What are you doing?” she demanded, stumbling as he began to pull her through
