"Because he's my boyfriend too. We live together."
The smile vanished.
"That's not possible. He lives alone. I've been to his apartment dozens of times."
"That apartment is now ours. I moved in two months ago."
"You're lying."
I showed her my driver's license. Same address she'd probably visited a hundred times.
She showed me their text messages. Different phone, same conversation I'd seen on his.
Same man. Two women. One face.