"I'm not cheating on you," John said as he pounded his hands against the door. "I don't know how that shit got into my pocket. I haven't even worn those clothes in months. Remember when you last did the laundry, that cloth was among the other clothes you washed and you know that I haven't worn it since then."

Sarah shot her head up in realization. As much as she wanted to believe that her husband wasn't cheating on her, she wasn't actually sure if he had worn the cloth since then or not.

"How do I know that you haven't worn the clothes since then, I'm always at work...