"It looks like you" Flair's voice is barely above a whisper.
She's hugging herself tight and it pains me to see her looking so devastated. My throat tightens. "Flair, I would never..."
She interrupts "Johnathon claimed the same thing" shocking me into silence.
Did she just compare me to her ex-husband? That bastard? Surely by now, she knew me? Knew I would never sink as low as Johnathon had. That my morals were different, my values far greater than his.
"I am not Johnathon" Despite myself, my voice is a roar that causes her to flinch away from me. "I have not cheated" I insist, holding the photographs as if I were holding a live snake "Where did you get these from?"
Her eyes slid away from me "They were in an envelope attached to the front door when I got home" she said quietly "I
