The Undoing.

Beneath the headline... was her picture. Frizzy brown hair with a bright smile that Clea still saw the day before.

Her name was there; Rose Johansson.

Clea's phone dropped from her hands. Absentmindedly, she stood up and went to the door.

"I've seen it," she said. Her eyes were staring at the ground and her shoulders were drooped.

"Clea," Tyler called with a sympathetic voice.

She forced herself to look him in the eyes. He began to move in, spreading out his arms. But she didn't want it.

She thought she'd want it. It was why she found the strength to return to the door after reading that. But now that his consoling arms were spread, moving closer to hug her... she realised she didn't want it. She shut the door and locked it.

Then she returned to the bed, her phone in her hands. She read the article and didn't register anything except for the certain fact that Rose was dead. Dead from trying to smuggle drugs.

That was so off.

So far away.

A few minutes ago, it would've felt so impos