Clara stared at him. “You think this is funny?” “No, I think it’s exhausting,” he said, his voice rising. “You’re constantly second-guessing everything I do, and now you’re turning Rosa into some kind of… temptress? Come on.”
“I’m not turning her into anything!” Clara snapped. “But something is wrong, Marc. I feel it.” Marc hesitated before the words came out, “Maybe what’s wrong is you not trusting your own husband.”