Getting home that morning and looking like hell was not what Claire would have wanted but there was little or nothing she could have done to stop it. She managed herself from the bus stop and began walking home like a puppy drenched in the rain. Claire was rather too exhausted and as she made the huge task of trying to get home, she could only pray for a miracle in the person of Jake. She continued moving slowly but then her miracle came but not in the person of Jake. She smiled as she heard the horn and the familiar face smiling at her. It was Beckham.
"Miss Willows, I'm headed to your place," he said.
"It's Claire actually," she said as she came into the car and sat beside him.
She wondered what the man was going to do at her place or had her father suspected she had grown angry and l
