Lily sat across from Clara in her cozy apartment after the massive shock she had, the glow of the city lights filtered through the windows. Clara had invited her over for an evening of conversation, sensing something was weighing heavily on her friend.
As Lily sipped her tea, her fingers fidgeted with the rim of the cup. “Clara,” she began hesitantly, “something happened yesterday.”
Clara raised an eyebrow. “What is it?"
Taking a deep breath, Lily placed the cup down and looked Clara in the eye. “Zared is alive.”
Clara froze, the mug in her hands suspended mid-air. “What?”
“He came to my office. I didn’t recognize him at first, but it was him, Clara. He’s alive, and he... he apologized for everything.”
Clara placed her cup down, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion. “Zared? As in Zared Williams?The same man who k*lled himself? How is that even possible?”
Lily shook her head, her voice shaky. “I don’t know. He said it was complicated and that he was tryin
