The next morning, we returned to the mansion.Leon drove with one hand, his other hand holding my cold one. I didn't pull away, but I didn't squeeze back either. I just stayed silent, staring at the trees passing by the window, occasionally listening to the soft hum of the car engine.Once we arrived at the mansion, I saw Clara standing in the living room. She didn't greet me. She just looked at me with unreadable eyes. Not angry, not hateful, but not accepting either. Her eyes moved from my messy hair to my pale face, then stopped at my wrist, which still had a mark from the IV.She didn't say anything.She turned around and went into her room. The door closed softly, not slammed, but firmly enough to send the message that she wasn't ready."Ignore her. She needs time," Leon said.I nodded without looking at him.Leon took my hand and led me to his room, which at some point I had started to consider my room too. I sat on the edge of the bed, letting my back rest against the cold wood
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