Who Am I

Appearance

Jason watched as his wife studied his face. Her vibrant gaze seemed muted. He took the phone. She looked down at it, hesitating. She put it to her ear.

"Blaire?"

"Jason."

Jason looked into her brown eyes.

"I did not kill Sonya." The faint hearbroken expression evaporated. An iciness took it's place.

"That's what criminals say, Jason." He flinched.

What the hell? Blaire?

"Blaire, I didn't kill her. I need you to give one of the detectives the message-"

"I want a divorce." Jason faltered. He blinked unsteadily. The room started to spin.

"I want a divorce, Jason." She stared at his forehead. "There's no point in us being together."

Clack.

Jason's hands grasped air. The telephone bounced by its uncoiled wire. Blaire set her mouth in a firm line, resolutely watching his forehead crease. Tears filled his eyes.

"What?" He whispered. She wouldn't look at him.

Please. Blaire, at least look at me?

He picked up the phone.

Blaire, do you hate me?

He gulped as he leaned into the plastic phone.

"I've never seen you look so mad." Her lips thinned.

"This isn't a usual situation," she said, tone edged.

"Did you want to talk about anything aside from...?" Blaire studied his face one more time.

"No." She adjusted her grip on the smooth plastic. Her knuckles were white.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you hate me." Her grasp on the phone loosened. The tension in her face eased as her eyes flickered.

"I do."

"Why?"

"You're a criminal. You've done some awful s***."

Did she just swear?

"But.... That's not the reason. You're not a paranoid freak." She flinched at the name. "Can you tell me why?" Her hand shook. She took a deep breath.

"I don't know you anymore."

She placed the phone into it's cradle. She walked away.

*******

"Why'd you do it?"

"Why did you do it?" Lotte shot back. Matteo shrugged.

"There was a lot of evidence."

"Did you notice his face when they spoke of the evidence?"