A Saint I Cannot Keep
I then realized I was still holding Clara's hand and dropped it as if I'd touched a live wire.
"Thanks for having my back today."
Her face looked flushed. Maybe I was imagining it, but I'd never seen her blush like that before.
"Don't mention it. Consider it practice for building our working chemistry."
I'd always thought of her as just a good friend. But watching her smile at me today, so bright and genuine, my heart raced in a way I couldn't quite explain.
Clara gave me an apologetic look and said, "Actually, the moment you told me about Winona and Julian, I knew it was a scam. He had a reputation in the international student community abroad, and everyone knew what he was up to.