Clarissa's POV:
I headed home and started crying on the bed. I've been crying way too often nowadays. Then, there was a knock on my door. There was continuous ringing of the doorbell after that.
I ran to the door and opened the door. There stood Darold. He looked so concerned. He just entered the house and held me in his arms. What's going on here? How does he know my address and why is he here? Mainly, why is he holding me in his arms?
I pushed him away and wiped at any remaining tears.
"Darold, what are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" I asked him in confusion.
"I got your address from Ricardo. I was about to go into his building, but I saw you running out with tears in your eyes. I asked Ricardo for your address and he gave it to me. I just came to check on you."
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