The living room felt suffocating, the air so thick it seemed there was no room for anything but shouting. The clock on the wall ticked by slowly, indifferent to the chaos. Meredith stood near the couch, her hair falling over her shoulders, her face stained with tears. Philip stood by the coffee table, breathing heavily, his jaw clenched, the veins in his neck bulging.

"You have someone else, don't you?" Meredith's voice trembled, but it cut like a blade. "Admit it. Are you going to keep lying?