Claire sat in the dimly lit dining room, her fingers absently tapped against the table. Her thoughts raced, tangled between the excitement of her new job and the weight of everything else. Luther sat across from her, watching her with amusement in his eyes.
"You're thinking too much," his voice was smooth and confident.
Claire sighed. "I can't help it. Everything feels like it's spinning out of control."
Luther leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You took a step forward today. That should make you proud. I'm proud of you.”
She looked at him, searching his face for something—validation, comfort, maybe even permission to keep going. He was always so sure, so steady, and she envied that.
"I'm scared," she admitted. "Logan will find out eventually.”
Luther shrugged. "Then l
