What do I do? What do I do?! Claire asked herself as she alighted from the taxi and made her way inside. Just go to your room and lock your door for now, she decided. As she moved fast to do so, she met Luther standing at the foot of the stairs.
“Is everything alright?” He asked,
“Yes, please move.” Claire fidgeted.
“My brother called.”
She sighed, “so you know.”
“Why did you do that?”
“They were flirting and I got angry, so I did it.” She hoped she sounded convincing.
“You're not someone who just loses her temper and goes ahead to do something like that, in a place like that. That's not you, Claire.”
“You don't know me.”
“You're right. I thought I did. I'm not so sure anymore.”
She saw that look she dreaded on his face — disappointment. Claire expected every other person to hate
