"You told me that…" Marta whispered.
"I know," he replied. "I lied."
Silence fell over the room. Marta slowly sank down onto a chair.
"So... what am I doing here?" she murmured.
"You were a guest," I replied. "But after today, you shouldn't stay any longer."
She glared at me before turning to her son.
"You're choosing her over me?"
"I choose the truth," Thomas replied. "And you were wrong."
Marta grabbed her coat and bag.
"Don't ever try to see me again," she spat before slamming the door.
After he left, the apartment seemed empty, almost unreal.
Thomas turned towards me.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to look better."
"And what did you want me to feel?" I asked. "To be invisible?"
He couldn't think of anything to say in response.
"You let me be humiliated in my own home," I continued. "That wasn't peace. That was cowardice."
