Chapter 85

Clara's POV

Then she tucked me under the blankets after opening my bedsheets.

"I'm not five anymore," I reminded her.

"But you are still my baby." She smiled back. "Sleep tight," she whispered.

She left my room, followed by a loud bang as the door closed.

I lay in bed and stared at my ceiling. I wasn't even tired, and I slept through the whole night.

In my boredom, I started making sounds with my mouth, but that wasn't enough to entertain me.

My phone rang on my nightstand. Yes, finally, something to do.

I slipped my phone underneath the cover as I answered the call.

"Thank God you are alive. Your mom would have killed me if you ended up dead somewhere," Ivy said.

"Why did everyone think I was dead?" I asked.

"Because you are Saint Clara, you hardly do anything wrong. At least not before." She answered. "My mom would have loved to have had you as her child instead. She told me to leave you because I'm a bad influence." She joked.

I chuckled.

"Anyways, I'm glad to know that you are ali