CHAPTER ONE Clara slammed the front door with more force than she intended. The sharp bang echoed loudly through the quiet house, making it feel as if she had shouted her secret out loud.Her backpack hit the wall with a dull thud, and she kicked off her sneakers, one of which landed crooked by the coat rack. The campus shuttle had dropped her off early again, which was no surprise considering the usual traffic snarls.The house was old, with creaky wood and faded curtains throughout, but it felt safe. It was like a warm hug after the accident that had taken her parents from her. Ethan had been her anchor through funerals, piles of paperwork, and those long, restless nights when sleep refused to come. He was family, and he was her home.The fresh scent of laundry soap drifted from the laundry room, cutting through the stale afternoon air. Clara smiled softly to herself because he must have done a load for her again. Those little things, the way he stocked her favorite yogurt in the
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