Clara’s POV
The drive home feels like a journey through a tunnel with no end. The road unfolds steadily beneath my tires, a ribbon of black asphalt edged by trees and faint city lights in the distance. My grip on the steering wheel is so tight that my knuckles ache, but I can’t force myself to let go. My body is tense with nerves, with fear, with everything Jonathan told me only hours ago. The truth still echoes inside me: Vince and Emma. Their plot. Their manipulation. Their desire to destroy Jonathan and to use me to do it.
I swallow hard, the lump in my throat refusing to move. Every breath feels shallow, like I’m only borrowing the air around me instead of owning it. The knowledge Jonathan shared has cracked something open inside me, something I can’t close again. It has stripped awa
