Claire stood up immediately. “I have to go!” She announced.
“Go where? Lori just came.”
“I won't be long. I erm— I have to go see my father,” she lied.
“It's fine,” Lori said. “You can go.”
“I won't be long.” She promised.
“Are you going to see your father wearing that?”
Claire looked down at the slacks and big top she wore above it. She grabbed the bag Lori brought that contained her clothes and rushed into the room to change immediately.
She dashed out of the house and took a cab to the location Luther sent to her. It was an outdoor sit out, he waved at her, she walked up to him.
He smiled at her. “Claire, how are you?”
“Great.”
“You look— fine. I thought you'd be more devastated by the news.”
“I was, I still am. It's just that a change of environment is helping me to not thi
