CLARAEver since Roberto left, I couldn't sleep. Worried? That was an understatement of how I felt. My mind raced through every possible scenario, each one darker than the last.I couldn't eat, either. Either minute, a gnawing spark ignited in my gut, like a cruel reminder of his absence. I felt trapped in my own head, unable to reach out to Storm, Landon, or even Roberto."For fucks sake, Clara! It's a war! Not some kiddy's joke." The words echoed in my mind, a harsh reminder of the stakes at hand.In a few hours, it would mark three days since they left. "Oh Moon goddess, please protect my husband and friends." I closed my eyes, my heart heavy, and whispered a prayer under my breath as I knelt in front of my bed, head hung low, cheeks stained with tears that felt like they would never stop falling.I dismissed Olivia and Maria, unable to bear their gentle nudges about food and care. "Just leave me be," I had said, my voice barely above a whisper. They were only doing their job, loo
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