A good reason

(Claire’s pov)

Walking down the sidewalk with Mia on our way to the cafeteria, I confided in her, carefully articulating my thoughts.

"I saw something that made me suspicious, but then I worried that maybe I overreacted and jumped to conclusions," I admitted, my voice trailing off uncertainty.

Mia turned to look at me, her curiosity piqued. "So, do you regret suspecting him?" she inquired.

I fell silent, contemplating Mia's question, and stopped walking altogether.

“Why should I feel bad for trying to ensure I'm not dating a cheat, or for trying to prevent a potentially harmful situation?” I responded, grappling with my feelings.

Mia let out a sigh and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Claire, when it comes to that aspect, I don't think Matthew fits the bill,” she reassured me.

Perplexed, I raised an eyebrow at her remark. "What do you mean?" I asked as we reached the cafeteria entrance.

Choosing not to elaborate further, Mia entered the cafeteria and went straight to the counter to or