Chapter 10 - Clara Tries To Comfort The Terrified Little Boy
Upstairs in the quiet guest suite, soft moonlight streamed through the large colonial windows overlooking the manicured lawn.
Clara sat on the edge of the plush queen-sized bed, gently stroking Noah’s back as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
Her own cheek was still visibly bruised and swollen from the vicious slap Vanessa had delivered downstairs earlier.
The door opened softly, and I walked into the room carrying a warm cup of herbal tea and a medical ice pack.
“How is he doing?” I asked quietly, kneeling beside Clara to hand her the cold compress for her face.
Clara took the ice pack, pressing it gently against her red cheek while looking down at the sleeping boy.
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“He finally stopped crying a few minutes ago. He asked if the bad lady was gone for good,” Clara whispered.
“Tell him he never has to see her again. And Clara... I am so endlessly grateful for what you did.”
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