"What are you doing?" His voice was calm.
My mind went completely blank then it started racing.
Tell the truth? Say I found his folder? Demand answers? No. Not yet. Not until I knew more. Not until I had proof.
I forced myself to smile.
"Just checking my email. My phone died and I couldn't find my laptop."
"On my laptop?" He didn't move from the door just stood there watching me.
"I didn't think you'd mind. Is there a problem?"
Finally, he moved, and walked towards me. I resisted the urge to back away.
"Of course, not." He said. "Did you find what you needed?"
"Yeah. All good." I stepped away from the desk. "How come you're home so early?"
"Meetings got cancelled. I thought I'd surprise you." He reached near me and moved the mouse.
I watched him check the recent files. My heart was pounding hard.
Did I close everything? Was there evidence that I'd been looking at his folders?
"What email were you checking?" He asked, still looking at the screen.
