Irrupt

"I think this is a mistake," she said.

"Whatever do you mean?"

She knew it wasn't so innocent. The question, the face. The tone of voice was more kitten than bobcat, but she knew the truth. She wanted to stand her ground.

"Nothing," she said instead. Shame surged through her body, but she smiled and pretended everything was okay. Sometimes, when she did that well enough, she could even convince herself.