CHAPTER EIGHT
Not The Woman I Used To Remember
I couldn't stop staring at Clara. She was so different now. Her eyes were cold when she looked at me. It made me feel scared.
Clara wore a pretty black dress. It made me remember the good times we had. But those times seemed far away now.
I knew I messed up bad. Seeing Clara like this, so strong and beautiful, made me feel awful. I wanted to say sorry, but I didn't know how.
Clara was talking, and everyone was listening. She wasn't shy anymore. She said what she wanted. It was like she was a whole new person.
I kept trying to talk to her, but she acted like I wasn't there. It hurt a lot. I felt so guilty for what I did to her.
Lucy, my wife, asked me what I was looking at. But I couldn't stop watching Clara.
When Clara said she wanted to leave, I got scared. I didn't want her to go yet.
"Clara. Sit, let's--" I started to say.
But then she threw water in my face! I was so surprised.
"Don't say my name," Clara said. She sounded really mad.
