“Christy” my voice was low and raspy, it sounded so foreign to my usual pitch. Was I doing this?

“Yeah Babe”

“There's something I need to tell you”

“Is this about your little trip to Chanel? Or Should I say very big trip? Because AmEx and I know”

I blushed, “No but when you see the bags you’ll know why I did what I did”. I took a deep breath to refocus.

“You know that unknown “vigilante” in the paper?”

“The one saving people, taking on traffickers and drug operations? They were talking about it at work. You know I think -”

“IT’S ME” I shouted, stopping her on the tangent I knew she'd go on. I had to blurt it out or I’d never say it. I knew myself.

She said nothing. She just turned to watch me staring into my soul. The reality show she’d been previously occupied by suddenly so loud.

I knew she was weighing whether to believe me or have me committed.

Unable to bear it I blurted out again, “say something?” my voice sounding weak.

More time passed, on the tv a fight had broken out at a dinner table.

“ARE YOU INSANE? WHY WOULD YOU PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER LIKE THAT? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING? I mean it, what is it and stop using that guy because he's lacing your shit”.

She kept going not allowing me a word in. But I didn't need to say anything.

She believed me.