IRIS' P. O. V.
I was so focused on trying to come up with a reason for my parents speaking that way that I hadn't realized Clara had returned until I felt a hand on my shoulder. Since I couldn't move, my flinch was more of an internal movement.
"You seem lost." She pointed out. "Was it something I said?"
I hesitated not sure if I should voice out my concerns to her. I mean I was rude and was ready to kill her. What right did I have to ask her anything? She owed me no explanation, at least, not anymore.
"Go on. You can ask whatever thing you want to," She muttered, noticing how hesitant I was before walking back to the couch.
"You said something that had me thinking, before you left to do whatever it was you went to do." I was stalling and she knew it.
"Really? And what was that?"
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