To stabilize myself, to prevent this from becoming something it isn't yet.
When I open them… he's still there, standing, watching me.
"I didn't think you'd come," he says.
I look at him.
"I didn't think I'd find you here either."
Direct answer, no frills.
He nods barely, as if confirming something he already knew.
"The trip changed at the last minute," he explains. "The project required it."
I clench my jaw.
"It's curious that Clara hasn't told the person she lives with."
I don't say "couple". I don't say "husband."
I say something clearer, more real. More... mine... Clara.
His expression barely changes, another minimal crack.
"It wasn't my decision to inform you," he replies.
"But it was your decision to come," I return.
And this time... The air feels heavier, more charged
