Chapter 7 - Finding Clara In A State Of Absolute Wasting
Clara lay curled up on a stained, sagging mattress, her once-vibrant frame reduced to skin and bone.
Her long dark hair was tangled, and her sunken eyes stared blankly toward the peeling wallpaper of the barren room.
“Julian…?” she breathed out in a voice no louder than a dry whisper, blinking against the sudden hallway light.
Julian dropped to his knees beside the bed, tears breaking free and streaming down his face as he took her skeletal hand.
“I’m here, my love… I found you. You’re safe now,” Julian choked out, pressing her cold knuckles against his lips.
Clara shook her head weakly, tears slipping down her hollow cheeks as she clutched at his navy blue sleeve.
“Your mother… she said your plane went down in the Atlantic… she took our keys, our money, our lives…”
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“She’s going to pay for every single second of this,” Julian vowed fiercely, lifting his wife gently into his arms.
A team of private paramedics rushed through the cottage door, wheeling in an emergency stretcher to begin life-saving transport.
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