Marc stood, holding the fabric like it might offer an answer. “This is ridiculous. You’re blowing something small way out of proportion.” Clara’s voice wavered, angry and afraid. “Because this is what I’ve been afraid of. I’ve been seeing the way you act around her. And now this?”
“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Marc snapped. “I’m here every day. I take care of Leo. I work. I don’t even get time to myself, and now you’re accusing me of cheating?” Clara’s fists clenched at her sides. “Then explain the shirt, Marc. Explain the way you look at her.”