With a suspicious tone, Mike remarked, "You're awfully quiet, Cath." "What do you not tell me?"
I pretended to arrange the papers that were strewn all over Eleanor's desk while I kept my back to him. I shuffled my trembling fingers, forcing myself to keep my composure.
I murmured softly, hoping the falsehood would lift the tension, "There's nothing to tell."
He didn't believe it. I sensed that he was staring at me intently, analyzing every gesture and pause. Whether you were prepared to tell the truth or not, Mike had a way of revealing it by removing layers.
He took a step closer and remarked, "You forget how well I know you." His steady, unwavering voice fell. "Cath, you're concealing something. I'm done allowing you to keep secrets, too.
Holding the stack of papers to my chest like
