Losing Control

He shook his head, his jaw grinding. “I did not eat at Ardor last night. I made a reservation for my cousin, who was proposing to his girlfriend. And then there was a party at my parent’s house afterward to celebrate.”

I’d been here before— the elaborate stories, the spinning of lies, the explanation for everything no matter how outlandish. “Key,” I repeated, holding out my hand.

He held his phone