Dawn’s POV
I held the blue shirt in my hands and stared at Wayne with clear confusion, because nothing made sense and I needed answers from him. I raised the shirt slightly and asked him when he entered.
“Wayne… what is this doing here? Why do you have my shirt?”
He froze. His shoulders became stiff, and he looked away like he didn't expected me to ever find the clothing. He did not speak. He only stood still, and his eyes kept moving around the room like he was searching for a way out of this conversation.
“Wayne,” I said again, firmer this time. “Answer me.”
He still said nothing, and it annoyed me more. I took a step closer and held the shirt out to him.
“You basically stole my shirt. Tell me the truth. You owe me that much.”
His jaw clenched, his eyes finally lifting to meet min
