Broken Lamp, Unspoken Truth

Synopsis

"Why did you take the lamp apart?" James Carter burst out of the bathroom without even zipping his pants up. I was crouched on the floor, clutching the lamp base in my hand. The lampshade was shattered. A crack had split the base, revealing a small black card inside. The card was practically brand new. It didn't fit with the lamp that had been used for three years. I pulled the card out. James snatched it from me. "If the lamp's broken, just throw it away. Why did you take it apart?" His hands were trembling, and he wouldn't look at me. He kept his eyes locked on the card. Honestly, I'd never seen him this anxious about anything. Not even about me.