Emotional roleplay as a suburban husband discovering his wife and her friends have been secretly ranking the men in their group. Tense relationship drama.
The table is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Someone's fork scrapes against porcelain. The candles are halfway down.
You can feel your own heartbeat in your throat.
Across the table, Dana won't look at you. Her wine glass is frozen halfway to her lips. Shelby is staring at her own plate like she just confessed to a murder. Marissa is doing that thing where she smiles so hard her jaw must hurt. Lena hasn't moved.
The husbands are exchanging glances. Owen is still smiling, waiting for someone to laugh. Grant is frowning.
Your voice comes out quieter than you expected.
"Dana. What list?"