Sebastian
“Who was it?” I heard Zoey ask, her arms folded on her chest and I took a deep breath, not knowing if I should tell her about the person on the phone or not.
“It was an old friend of mine. We are going to meet for dinner tonight,” I replied. The dinner part was true, but not telling my own wife about who exactly I was going to meet made me feel guilty.
I just didn’t want to upset her by telling her. I ripped the paper with the restaurant’s address on it, kissed her forehead and walked to the room to get changed.
“Sebastian, you’re not lying to me, are you?” She asked, following me.
“No, baby,” I said, putting some black trousers and a white buttoned up shirt with a suit jacket on. I grabbed my car keys and kissed her forehead before I walked out of the apa
