The sound of her name being called had Claire sitting up, looking around in confusion. She was on the floor of the spare room, a box half unpacked in front of her. Groaning she rose to her feet, pushing her hair back from her face. She’d fallen asleep unpacking?
“Claire?” Heavy footsteps entered the hallway.
“In the spare room, Dad. I’m unpacking.” She straightened her clothes, ran her fingers through her hair, then stepped into the hallway, trying to smile instead of giving into the tears that threatened to fall at the sight of him.
“Weren’t you going to wait until I was home to continue with the unpacking?” He stopped in front of her, glancing in the room. “You’re nearly done.”
She shrugged. “I had nowhere for friends to stay.”
Darrell smiled. “Friends or one friend in particular?”
