The Audacity of Jealousy

Zara

"You don't get to do that or talk to me that way because of that man." He said, his eyes still fixed on the jacket hanging by my door like it had personally offended him. "What I asked was a harmless question. Who is that man to you?"

I didn't answer right away, I just stood there at my own door, arms folded, watching him try to hold himself together while clearly falling apart on the inside.