It was late that evening when Christian came back.
"Were you waiting for me?" He asked when he walked into the living room and found me sitting on the couch.
"We need to talk."
From the look of him, and the fact that his tie was already loose around his neck, I could tell he was tired, exhausted even. But I couldn't wait any longer. We had to talk about the lie.
How many had he told?
"Sure." He said and sat down. "What's wrong?"
"Faye came to visit today. She told me it was Leah who made them leave town."
Christian didn't look surprised. Neither did he say a word.
"Why did you lie?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Would you have believed me if I told you I didn't do it?"
"Yes." I said too quickly. Christian raised a brow, as if daring me to be honest.
"Maybe," I added, after a pause.
He smiled. "C'mon Alora, you hated me. You couldn't stand the sight of me."
"Okay, fine. Maybe I wouldn't have believed you." I admitted, "But still, you shouldn't have lied."
