Tired Excuses
The sound of running water stopped, and Eric reappeared, looking fresh but hesitant. I braced myself. “What happened at work today?”
I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He shrugged, not meeting my eyes. “Just tired. Lots going on,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair.
I nodded slowly, knowing better than to press further, at least not yet. His worn-out act wouldn’t fool me this time.
Eric thought he could keep me in the dark.