After calling out her greeting Serena walked into the kitchen, trying to appear as calm as possible, acting as if she wasn’t nearly an hour late. She expected Christian to ask where she had been but she was grateful that he seemed more interested in the pizza although the “better late than never” comment let her know her husband was aware of her lateness. She handed him the pizza box and went to the hall cloakroom to wash her hands. As she dried her hands she looked at herself in the wall mirror trying to see if there were any telltale signs of her guilt. “What the hell am I doing?” she thought still feeling her hands trembling slightly.<br/><br/>Serena took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen to find her husband putting the pizza in the oven. She picked up the bottle of wine she had brought and took the corkscrew from a draw. As she began to insert the screw into the cork Christian asked her how her day had been. Serena paused for a moment, considering what to say. She could tell him exactly what had happened, it was innocent enough, but decided against it. “Erm...Nothing special...Although I did meet somebody from church at the shops...We went and had coffee...That’s why I’m a bit late.”<br/><br/>As soon as the words left her mouth Serena regretted it. She was appalled how easy the lie had slipped out. Why had she been so stupid? She could have said the traffic was heavy or she had trouble getting a cab, instead she had just invented a fictitious person. As Serena finished extracting the cork from the bottle she hoped that Christian would probe any further and tried to steer the conversation away from herself. “So how was work? Were the many other people in?”<br/>