Chapter 14 - Face to Face
Clara walked slowly down the center aisle, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor like a ticking clock of doom.
The room fell into an absolute, breathless silence, broken only by the soft cooing of the baby in the stroller.
Julian stumbled backward off the stage, tripping over the audio cables before catching himself against a round dining table.
“C-Clara?” Julian stammered, his voice pitching high with panic. “That’s impossible... you died... you were in the fire!”
Clara stopped just five feet away from him, a chilling, razor-sharp smile touching the corners of her lips.
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“Did you really think a little fire could stop a mother from protecting her child, Julian?” Clara asked, her voice echoing through the sound system.
Flashbulbs erupted from the press gallery at the back of the room as reporters frantically snapped photos of the resurrected wife.
