Myra turned around slowly, torn between shock and fear. Arthur was right behind her, his arm outstretched, his eyes sharp and unforgiving.

"Did you think I wouldn't know it was you?" He repeated, advancing towards her like a lion.

Her lips parted but no words came. Her feet were rooted to the spot, her face drained of all color.

"You lied to me. You hid it" he began, his voice dangerously icy. "You made a fool of me"

She had nothing to say, so what she did next caught him off guard. ...