The Lie Breaks

Claire's thumb presses the call button, and the dial tone fills the bedroom as Warren's fingers close around the cage key in his pocket. She holds the phone to her ear, eyes locked on him, the blonde wig still accusing on the table between them. Warren hears the click of the call connecting, and Claire's face shifts as she says, 'Warren's office, may I help you?' The belt buckle presses cold against his spine, and he knows the lie is about to collapse around him.