She was lying. He knew from the way she kept moving the things in the kitchen. He knew from the way her hand kept touching her neck, like it always does when she's nervous. And he knew from the way she kept avoiding his eyes. But most of all, he knew because he had seen her."So, you haven't met anyone?" he asked her for the second time ....
That was an excerpt from my book A Cuckoo by the Window, which you can find at Smashwords (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/378777) with all my other...