Climax

"Clara, you will be more comfortable in the car."

For a minute, she ignored him, hating herself for the sudden weakness and yet being aware that the panic attack hadn't been her fault. Her breathing had finally steadied, but she waited a moment before returning to her position, moving to the edge when he took the seat next to hers.

He breathed heavily, linking his fingers together. "I just need to know what you were doing with her. I may have got ahead of myself with those assumptions but..."

"You 'may have?' It's under probability? When I told you I loved you, did you think it was a joke?" Her anger had given way for ache and emptiness. Her body was starting to quiver, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she felt shivers of cold wash over her.

Andre swallowed hard, leaning his heavy head against the seat. "I didn't know what to believe when I saw this."

Clara chuckled humourlessly, lost on where to start from.

"It was sent to me through a restricted number and..."

"You