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Chapter 59

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Clara's pov

The seconds that passed while my PA worked to connect me felt like hours, each one stretching impossibly long as I waited with my phone pressed so tightly against my ear that it was starting to hurt, but I didn't care about physical discomfort when I was this close to actually speaking to Randy after a week of searching.

I could hear background noise through the phone line suggesting the connection was being made, technical sounds and voices conferring about something, and then the
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    Clara's pov The seconds that passed while my PA worked to connect me felt like hours, each one stretching impossibly long as I waited with my phone pressed so tightly against my ear that it was starting to hurt, but I didn't care about physical discomfort when I was this close to actually speaking to Randy after a week of searching.I could hear background noise through the phone line suggesting the connection was being made, technical sounds and voices conferring about something, and then the reporter's voice came through both my phone and the television with a slight delay that created an echo effect."We have an urgent question from a Ms. Clara Hall," the reporter said, and I heard my name broadcast to whatever audience was listening to this interview, probably thousands of people who had no idea who I was or why I'd interrupted their medical research program.But I didn't care about any of that, didn't care about making a scene or interrupting important work or how this would loo

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    Clara's pov The living room felt cavernous and empty in a way that had nothing to do with its actual dimensions, the expensive furniture and carefully chosen décor doing nothing to fill the void that seemed to have settled into every corner since Randy had left.Seven days. A full week had passed since I'd found the divorce papers and realized Randy was actually gone, and despite hiring three different private investigators and offering rewards substantial enough to make national news, I was no closer to finding him than I'd been on day one.The television was on, providing background noise more than anything else, the sound of voices and music and commercials filling the silence that would otherwise have been unbearable, and I sat on the sofa where I'd spent so much of the past week alternating between frantic activity and paralyzed despair."Today marks an epic moment in history as a group of medical researchers have officially landed in a private undisclosed location with the aim

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    Samuel's povI stared quietly at my daughter, watching her hold those worn shoes in her hands with an expression that mixed grief with dawning understanding, and so many thoughts swirled through my brain with enough force and complexity that organizing them into coherent commentary felt nearly impossible.Clara had been my little girl once, before wealth and social status and the toxic influences of people like Kyle had shaped her into someone I sometimes didn't recognize, and seeing her finally begin to understand what she'd lost created a complicated mixture of sympathy and frustration in my chest."Look at how old and totally bad these shoes are," Clara said, her voice breaking slightly as she examined every detail of the worn leather. "He could have thrown them out a long time ago, but he didn't."I smiled at her observation, though it came out as a sad smile rather than anything approaching happiness, because yes, Randy could have and probably should have replaced these shoes yea

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    Clara's pov The information about Randy's shoes hit me with unexpected force, the detail feeling simultaneously mundane and devastating in what it revealed about how he'd been living during our five years of marriage."Wait, did you say he had only three pairs of shoes?" I asked, the question coming out with genuine disbelief as I tried to reconcile this information with my own extensive shoe collection that took up an entire walk-in closet. "I mean, I've got more shoes than I can count. How could he have just three?"The contrast between our situations was so stark it felt almost absurd, me with dozens or maybe hundreds of pairs of expensive designer shoes that I wore once or twice before forgetting about them, and Randy with exactly three pairs that he apparently wore until they fell apart.Dad nodded his head slowly, confirming what I'd asked, his expression showing that he'd expected my surprise but also found it somewhat sad that I was only now learning this basic fact about the

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    Clara's pov Morning light filtered through the curtains with an insistence that couldn't be ignored, pulling me from sleep that had been more like unconsciousness than actual rest, the kind of deep blackness that comes after emotional exhaustion and too much alcohol.I woke with a head that was surprisingly clear despite the amount of drinks I'd consumed the night before, my body apparently having processed the alcohol efficiently enough that I wasn't experiencing the pounding headache and nausea that should have accompanied that level of consumption.The clarity felt almost unnatural, like my system had decided that today required full mental capacity and had prioritized sobriety over the usual consequences of overindulgence, and I was grateful for it even as I lay there staring at the ceiling and trying to gather the motivation to face another day.This was day four already of Randy's absence, the number registering in my consciousness with a weight that accumulated with each passi

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