She looked at him, studying the careful mask of concern on his face. “Can I see your phone?” He froze. It was so slight that anyone else might have missed it — but she didn’t. “What?” he said, laughing softly. “Why?” “I just want to see it,” she said. Her tone was even, but the tremor in her hand betrayed her.
He sighed, the kind of sigh that came from someone tired of playing a part. “Clara, come on. You really think now’s the time for this?” She didn’t look away. “I think I’ve earned the truth.” The air between them thickened. He hesitated, then set the cup down a little too hard.