Stefan

　　I felt nervous.

　　"Hello, Sara," I answered.

　　"Stefan, I've decided. Can we meet and talk? I'll be home soon."

　　Home. God, no.

　　"I'm not at home, Sara. But I'll be back tomorrow."

　　I sighed. I knew this would trigger another argument.

　　"Where are you, Stefan? Please tell me you haven't gone back to see her. Please, Stefan, tell me!" she pleaded.

　　I could have lied to her, but I didn't want ...