Chapter 3 - Clara Rises From The Floor With Unshakable Dignity
Clara slowly pushed herself up from the cold kitchen tiles, rubbing her red, bruised cheek with a trembling hand.
She didn't scream, and she didn't cry; her eyes met mine with a quiet, sorrowful dignity that broke my heart.
“You... you saw it all, didn't you?” Clara whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she looked toward the screen.
I couldn't even speak, my tongue paralyzed by the overwhelming wave of guilt and shame flooding my veins.
I had raised my hand to shout at her just moments earlier, believing every single venomous word Vanessa had spat out.
“Clara, I am so sorry... I had no idea,” I choked out, taking a step toward her with outstretched arms.
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Clara stepped back, holding up her palm to stop me as she looked at little Noah wrapped tightly around my leg.
“Don't apologize to me, Daniel,” she said softly. “Just make sure your son is safe in his own home.”
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