"She honestly did run the household better than you."
I wanted to argue, but all the previous times he'd compared me to Claire rang through my thoughts.
When I didn't reply, Mark smiled and walked away. Straight back to Claire.
And that was the moment I decided I was DONE.
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I went into the kitchen.
A plain white apron was hanging on the hook by the pantry.
That was the moment I decided I was DONE.
I laid it down on the counter and opened the junk drawer. I quickly found the black Sharpie we used for the grocery list.
I stood there for a moment, holding the Sharpie over the apron.
I have mixed feelings now about what I did next. Because, yes, it was petty and immature, but if I hadn't done it then I might never have discovered the truth about Claire.
