Clara followed his gaze.The room shifted.Silence settled immediately.Miranda stood still near the center of the room, staring at her.Clara blinked once.Then twice.As if only now realizing Miranda was not part of the furniture.“Oh,” she said softly.A beat passed.Mr. Jones’ voice remained steady.“Aren’t you going to greet your sister?”The word hung in the air.Clara slowly straightened.Her expression changed.“We have met.” Colin and Noah exchanged troubling looks. They knew too well this doesn’t sit well with Clara yet. It pissed Colin off the most. To him, Clara was just being unreasonable. “Have you?” Mr Jones repeated. Clara's gaze stayed locked on Miranda now.“Haven’t we, sister?” The room felt different instantly.The air became thicker.Even Mrs. Jones stopped stroking Clara’s hair.Colin, who had been leaning casually against the wall, pushed himself upright slightly.Noah, standing near the balcony door, stopped moving altogether.Miranda didn’t speak.She on
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