Fiona opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her lips quivered, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her purse.
“Fiona,” Richard said, his tone sharper, “answer me. Are you with him?”
Her gaze dropped to the floor, and she shook her head weakly, as if she could deny reality simply by refusing to look anyone in the eye.
Richard’s patience snapped. “Don’t look at the ground!” he barked. “Look at me. Is it true?”
David stepped forward, his presence dominating the space. “She won’t answer you, Richard, but I will,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Yes. Fiona is my girlfriend. She got with me a few days ago, but I didn't know she was this slutty to get with someone else,” he said.
David continued, his tone growing colder. “Funny thing is, I trusted her. I th
