“—Max, where were you yesterday afternoon?”
“I can barely breathe,” I say, and he calmly smiles:
“—You know—at work.”
“—All day?”
“Yes,” he lies, shattering the last remnants of what had been between us—
“—So why are you asking?”
I silently lay a folder in front of him.
“—What is this?”
Max opens it, quickly runs his eyes over the lines, and turns pale as he understands: it’s all over. “—You’re caught.”
“Tasy… it’s not what you think.”
“—You gave this girl a car, and you want me to believe there’s nothing between you?”