Kyran was stunned. He clenched his fists in secret. His heart began to pick up its pace, but then the stinging pain on the back of his palm calmed him down. He typed on his phone and asked, “What about now?”

Deirdre lowered her head. “I already know that you’re not Brendan, and I’ve made up my mind,” she said. “I shouldn’t have suspected your identity just because someone told me that you’re not Kyran. After all, we’re a couple, and I should have faith in you.”

“Yeah,” Kyran replied bitterly.