ログインClara’s POV The Family First Foundation office was smaller than I expected. Its glass front doors reflected the gray sky above.I sat in the car for a moment after parking, trying to slow my racing heart. I didn’t know what awaited me inside, but I definitely knew I was going to be asked a dozen of questions. “You can do this, Clara,” I whispered under my breath. “Just answer their questions. Don’t let them see you’re scared.”I sucked in one last exhale before pushing the door open. Inside, the air smelled faintly of hand sanitizer and old carpet. I walked my way to the raised counter at the edge of the room. The receptionist glanced up from her desk. “Good morning, Ma’am. How may I help you?” I forced a smile on my tense face. “I’m Clara…. I’ve an appointment for 11.” “‘Mrs Hayes?” She said my name like she knew me from somewhere. “Yeah.“ “Please take a seat. Ms. Patricia will see you shortly.”I nodded gently, moving over to where the chairs were properly arranged clo
Clara’s POVI sat in the dark, at the center of the bed. My knees were pulled into my chest and my arms wrapped around them, staring at nothing. I kept the posture for almost an hour until the door creaked open. I couldn’t see through the dark, but from the movement— I knew it Damon. He walked to the edge and turned on the switch. The fluorescent light was harsh against my eyes, forcing me to blink a few times to adjust.I couldn’t clearly see him now. Standing a few feet away with his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked exhausted. “Clara… I’m sorry.”I glanced away from him, using his words as an excuse to give him attitude. “For what?” My voice came out flat. “Not believing me? Or for thinking I’m crazy?”“For both. I should have trusted you.”I finally turned my head and looked at him. I don’t know what he saw in my face, but whatever it was, it made him flinch.“I called the detective,” I said. “I’m going to the morgue tomorrow. I need to see the body.”“Is that re
Clara’s POV“Mom!” Maurice called from behind me.His bag bounced against his back as he ran toward me. I didn’t even get the time to brace myself, when his arm wrapped around my waist— face buried in my gown. He lifted his head to me, his eyes flickering with what looked like concern. “Are you okay?”I saw you yelling.”I forced my face into something that looked calm, before lowering to his height. “I’m fine, baby. Let’s go home.” I ruffled his hair before taking his hand, and together we walked to the car. I helped Maurice into the back. Just as I was about to get into the driver The moment Maurice got into the back seat, I caught footsteps behind me.I turned to the lady, jogging toward my car. “The principal would like to speak with you,” he said quietly. Heat curled up the back of my neck. I already knew what it was about. “I have things to do…Maybe some other time.” “Ma’am, it’s important.” The lady pressed further. I turned on the ignition and listened as the car s
Clara’s POVI stood in the kitchen long after Damon’s car had left, staring at the bouquet on the table. If they weren’t from Damon, then who sent the roses? I turned the note over in my hands again, reading the same six words until they stopped meaning anything. For the most beautiful woman I know. I didn’t know why I gave it much thoughts. It not like it mattered anyway. Admirers wasn’t something that was out of this world. I put the flowers into a vase. Throwing them away felt like admitting I was afraid is a handful of flowers. By midafternoon l’d forgotten about it. Hope was asleep and I had managed to use that opportunity to fold the Laundry I had done. My phone rang just as I was about to fold the last cloth. It was Damon. Maybe he had something urgent to tell me. I answered the call and tucked the phone against my shoulder. “Hey baby. Is everything okay?” “Yeah,” he replied, pausing for a second before he continued. “I need a favor, actually.” His voice had that r
Clara’s POVI was already half way to our car when Damon caught up to me.His fingers wrapped around my arm, pulling me back to him. “Clara… wait.” His voice cracked.I wriggled slightly under his grip, but stopped when I realize it wasn’t useful. His hands moved to my waist, and he pulled me closer until I could feel his hot breath pouring on my skin. “Have you gotten your answers?” I stood there for a moment, my arms hanging useless at my sides. Then, slowly, I wrapped them around him too, forcing a smile that was so hard to fake. “It’s over now,” he said. “At least we know that he’s really gone.”I nodded against his chest. I didn’t trust myself to speak.Damon thought it was over. Trust me, I wanted to feel and think that way too, but deep down the was this doubt resting and waiting. We finally pulled away and Damon slowly wiped my eyes with the back of his hand. “Let’s go home,” he muttered softly. The drive back was quiet. The kind of silence that was louder than w
Clara’s POVI sat in the dark, at the center of the bed. My knees were pulled into my chest and my arms wrapped around them, staring at nothing. I kept the posture for almost an hour until the door creaked open. I couldn’t see through the dark, but from the movement— I knew it Damon. He walked to the edge and turned on the switch. The fluorescent light was harsh against my eyes, forcing me to blink a few times to adjust.I couldn’t clearly see him now. Standing a few feet away with his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked exhausted. “Clara… I’m sorry.”I glanced away from him, using his words as an excuse to give him attitude. “For what?” My voice came out flat. “Not believing me? Or for thinking I’m crazy?”“For both. I should have trusted you.”I finally turned my head and looked at him. I don’t know what he saw in my face, but whatever it was, it made him flinch.“I called the detective,” I said. “I’m going to the morgue tomorrow. I need to see the body.”“Is that re
Clara’s POVThe elevator dinged, opening to the hallway that led to my hotel room.“I love the way you handled everything, Clara,” Desmond said as we stepped out and made our way down the corridor.I paused, resting a hand on his shoulder. “It wouldn’t have been possible without you. Thank you.”“
Damon’s POVMy lips curled into a wide smile. This was exactly what I wanted—her being caught in her own game.But the satisfaction was short-lived as the initial expression vanished completely from her face, replaced by one I couldn’t quite grasp.She sighed softly. “Is that all you’ve got to tell
Damon’s POV I drove into the company premises as usual and pulled over in the parking lot.Leaning back in my seat, I stared up at the building that loomed before me. It was another day to give my best.After a couple of minutes, I finally reached for my briefcase on the passenger seat, pushed th
Clara’s POVMy heart skipped a beat, the air suddenly too heavy to inhale. Looking at the diamond ring, it was beautiful— sparkling under the soft glow of the car’s interior light. Leonard was a good man; I just couldn’t imagine us that way. “Leo…” I whispered, my voice barely steady.This couldn







