CLOVER'S POV:We settled into a nearby booth, the vinyl seats creaking slightly under our weight as we sat quietly, staring at each other in heavy silence. It felt like an unspoken glaring war, each of us sizing up the other, waiting for the first crack in the armor."Well..." she finally uttered, that single word piercing through the thick air like a needle, breaking the silence but not easing the tension.At this point, I was still desperately trying to recover from the sheer shock of encountering Carla here, in this random ice cream shop of all places.The state of my mind was utterly clouded, a swirling mess of emotions: anger, confusion, curiosity, and a deep-seated hurt that I couldn't quite name. Questions bubbled up inside me, but I didn't know how to shape them into decent, coherent words without sounding accusatory or vulnerable.In the end, I heaved a deep, steadying sigh, turning my gaze out through the large window overlooking the quiet street. There, in the parked car
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