No More Love

“—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?”