Chapter 6 - JOURNEY TO WESTCHESTER
Rain began to pelt the windshield of Thomas’s black luxury sedan as they drove north toward Westchester County.
Clara sat in the front passenger seat, wrapped in Thomas’s midnight blue blazer to shield her from the evening chill.
"Are you in pain, Clara?" Thomas asked softly, checking on her every few seconds as he navigated the slick highway.
"Just tired, Thomas... my back has been aching all week," Clara admitted, her voice faint and fragile.
Thomas reached across the center console, gently taking her cold hand into his warm, protective palm.
"You should never have been pushing a heavy vacuum cleaner in your condition," Thomas said, his tone thick with self-reproach.
"I needed money for the prenatal visits at the clinic in Brooklyn," Clara explained quietly, looking out at the passing streetlights.
"That ends tonight," Thomas promised firmly. "You and our child will have the best medical care in the country."
They pulled up to the gated entrance of a private stone estate surrounded by towering pine trees.
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The iron gates swung open automatically, welcoming them into a sanctuary far away from Wall Street greed.
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