“He’s not a loser. He’s…well, he’s a doctor actually.” I give a pointed stare. “Not a loser.” “He’s a loser,” Cliff repeats, moving back to kneading dough. “Why else would he cheat on you? You’re stunning.” My heart skips as I stammer, “Wh-what?” “That’s not an opinion. That’s a fact. You are. Even when you scowl at me.”
