Clara's POV"Let me give you a ride home," Keith said, stopping me just as I was about to open my car door. "I'll arrange for someone to drive your car home, but you’re coming with me."His tone was firm, and in moments like this, I realized he wouldn't accept a refusal."But-""Clara, you're coming home with me." There was a warning in his voice, and I noticed a coldness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. Yeah, we had a couple of fights. But Keith had never seemed this cold. He seems angry, and beneath it all, there's pain in his eyes.“Mommy? When are we heading back home?" My daughter called out from behind us, pulling my attention away. Yet Keith continued to hold his intense stare on me."Right now, sweetheart." I had no choice but to pick Layla up and then walk towards his car.I hopped into the passenger seat as Keith slid into the driver's side, and before long, we were on the road. The drive to my apartment felt different this time, more tense than usual.He also didn't m
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