Sam is lying.
I've known him for twenty years, and I know all the little things that give him away; like how he runs his fingers through his hair when he's nervous, and how he chews on his bottom lip when he's lying.
His teeth are biting into his bottom lip, but he is feigning innocence through his expression.
I sit beside him on the bed, my eyes half narrowed at him.
"Give me your phone."
"Why would I do that?"
"I want to see who you communicated with today."
"So you don't trust me?"
"Don't take it personally. Sometimes, I don't even trust myself."
"Fine." He places the phone in my hands. "Knock yourself out."
I check his messaging app. There's no chats from Krystal. He deleted everything.
I check his call log, but it's clear too.
"Sammy, what are you hiding?"
"A lot of
