CLARA For a few seconds, I just stood there, frozen. I couldn’t move or breathe. My mind refused to believe the sight in front of me — her? my worst night mare standing there like some twisted ghost from my past. Sasha. The name alone made my stomach turn. She looked the same, perfect, polished with that familiar cold glint that had always warned me: Don’t trust her. My voice came out rough, barely a whisper. “Sasha.” I forced air into my lungs. “Get out of my house.” She smiled — that same fake, sweet smile that never reached her eyes — and stepped right inside before I could shut the door. The sharp click of her heels echoed across the marble floor. “Well, that’s not very warm, Claire” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “It’s been what — four years? Didn’t you miss me?” “No… no,” I hissed, my chest tightening as a bitter laugh escaped me. “In fact, I loved not having to see your crazy face for all that time. Every day without you… it felt like breathing ag
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