That night when Sam came home, Heather confronted him, anger and hurt filling her voice. “Is there something going on between you and Jackie that I should know about?”. Sam looked shocked. “What? No, of course not! What would make you think that?”, he stammered.
Heather held his gaze. “I’ve noticed the way she looks at you, how eager she was to watch our house. And I saw her going through our things, wearing my robe and jewelry!”. Sam’s face filled with confusion. “What? She wore your stuff? When did this happen?” he asked, clearly shocked.