تسجيل الدخولJAXSON'S POVBy the third week of April, I knew every sound in the building. The kitchen fans came on at five, the delivery trucks backed into the alley at six, and on Sunday evenings the restaurant downstairs got so loud that I could hear forks scraping plates through the floor.The room still smelled of flour and old dust. I had stopped noticing, and that scared me a little.Sunday was my day off. I had mopped the room twice, washed my uniform in the tiny sink and finished my homework, and there was nothing left to do except think. I sat on the edge of my bunk with my phone in my hand and stared at the wall.I thought about my mother in that big, quiet house. I thought about Lily asking Clara every night where I was. Before I could talk myself out of it, I called my mom."Hello?" Her voice came through the speaker, sounding so faint and thin that I could barely hear her."Mom," I said quietly. "It's me."I heard a small, trembling gasp on the other
CLARA'S POV"No," I said. It came out so fast that I almost didn't hear myself. "No, you have the wrong person."Philip tilted his head. "Are you sure? You look just like him and the picture on his—""I'm sure.""Sorry, it's just that you could be a younger version of my boss. Same face, same eyes." He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed. "Matthew Adene. Do you know him?""I don't know any Matthew Adene," I lied, my voice turning stiff and sharp. "Excuse me, I have to go."I pushed right past him through the door, the small bell chiming loudly behind me.I hurried outside and got into the back seat of the black Hilux. John looked at me through the rearview mirror, but he didn't ask any questions. He just pulled out into the street and drove back toward the estate.That man knew my father. I thought as we drove home.Just hearing his name out loud made my hands shake. I didn't want him back in my life, or at least not right now. I didn't
CLARA'S POVWe both froze, staring at each other.Mrs. King pulled her hand away from her mouth, her face turning pale as she quickly wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her robe. I took a step back, my heart pounding, ready to turn around and run back upstairs."I'm sorry," I stammered, holding my phone tight. "I thought Becca was in here."I turned to walk away, but I stopped at the door. I looked back over my shoulder at her. Her eyes were so bloodshot, and her shoulders were shaking softly under her expensive silk robe."Mrs. King?" I asked quietly. "Is everything okay?""I'm fine," she said, her voice raspy and thin. She grabbed a paper towel from the counter and pressed it against her eyes. "I'm completely fine, Clara. Go back to your room."I didn't say another word. I slipped out through the swinging wooden doors and ran right into Becca, who was walking out of the staff quarters with a stack of clean aprons."Clara?" Becca whispered, her eyes
CLARA'S POV"Hi," I said. "Hey. Um."I laughed at myself and started again. "Okay. Hi, my name is Clara. I'm a student, an artist and a fashion designer. This is my first video, so please be nice."I pushed my hair behind my ear. "I'm one of the fifteen finalists in the Sterling Heights Youth Fashion Collective, and I have a brand called Aura Sports Collection. I make sportswear. Last night I made a whole pink tracksuit set in one night, and today I delivered it to a customer, and it fits perfectly."I held up a scrap of pink fabric and showed it to the camera. "This is my first video, so please subscribe, like and shop with us. Thanks."I pressed stop and watched it right away.It was terrible. My hair was flat on one side. The lamp turned my whole face yellow, and the dark circles under my eyes looked painted on. My forehead was cut off at the top of the screen. I said "um" nine times, and my voice shook so much that I sounded like I was about to cry.
CLARA’S POV"We can just run to the fabric store right now," Jaxson said, looking down the street. "The large craft warehouse down by the town square is still open for two more hours.""What about Lily?" I asked, looking down at her. "I can't just leave her, and your mum will kill me if she finds out."Lily squeezed my hand hard and looked up at me with wide eyes. "I promise I won't say a word, Clara! Cross my heart! Please let me go with you!"Jaxson walked over to the black Hilux idling at the curb. He knocked on the driver's window and talked to the driver in a low voice for a minute. The driver looked back at Lily, nodded, and hit the door unlock button."He said it's fine," Jaxson called back. "We just have to be quick so we get back before five thirty."We all jumped into the back seat of the Hilux. The driver stepped on the gas, turning out of the estate and heading straight toward the town square.We made it to the craft warehouse in ten minutes. I sprinted inside with Jaxson
JAXSON’S POVOn top of the flyers was a small white box tied with a blue ribbon.I opened the lid, and a row of tiny, hoodie-shaped sugar cookies lay inside. Each one had AURA iced across the front in neat letters. In the corner of the box sat one extra cookie, a little bigger than the others, with a pink L."Every house gets one," I said. "Maya and I made them as a surprise. People remember sweet things."Lily stared at the pink cookie, and her whole face lit up. "For me?""The one with the L, yeah, that's yours," I said, handing it to her.“Awww, this is so nice,” Clara said, smiling. "Thank you so much, Jaxson.”Under the cookies sat a neat stack of thick white business cards. I lifted them out and handed the pile to Clara.They had her name, AURA SPORTS COLLECTION, her email, and a tiny QR code printed right in the middle.Clara looked at the cards, then at the flyers, her eyes widening. "Jaxson... how did you pay for all this? Business cards aren't cheap. And Maya's ...""I stil
He stared at me. I stared right back. Our eyes fixed on each other. The world did not end, though it felt like it should have. His mouth opened. "What the hell?" he screamed. "Adene? Is this a joke? Are you stalking me now?" "Jaxson." Maria appeared behind him, but her eyes moved straigh
The word hit me like a physical blow to the chest.Filled?This couldn't be true. I needed this job. It wasn't just a job; it was the medicine in my mother's veins. It was the roof over our heads."Maria, wait," Mrs. Gabe pleaded. "I spoke to Helena this afternoon. She said—""And I am speaking t
I couldn’t speak.“She’s fading, Clara,” he continued. "Every hour we wait is an hour we don’t get back. If we delay much longer, she might not make it.”The doctor walked away to check on another patient."I’ll get the money, sir. I’ll try," I whispered as he went.My phone buzzed in my hand. I lo
I stared at the screen until the light burned my eyes. Removed from the W******p group. Then from the squad. What for? What was my offense? My phone rang out. Maya was calling. I picked up. "Clara? Are you seeing this?" Maya’s voice was frantic. "I just saw the notification. I tried to message







