Clara
Jules stayed with me while I shivered. Despite the soft, newly finished shawl around my shoulders I could not get warm. My hand shook when I tried to write out a message.
“And there we are,” Jules said. “I think you’re in shock, my dear. You’ve been through a lot, and this is just that one bit too much.”
I nodded. That sounded right. Jules’ voice was kind but it sounded like she was speaking from the other end of a tunnel.
“Okay, I’ve sent someone to go and get Tracy. Ronan said she was your aunt,” Jules said.
I nodded again. My hands were still too shaky to hold onto my pen. I felt an arm wrap around me and leaned into the warmth.
“Clara?” Tracy’s voice sounded distant and faint, but I felt her hand on my arm through the shawl so she must have been right next to me.
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