Clara sat at the small wooden table, her three roommates staring intently at her with the air of interrogating a criminal.
"Confess for leniency, resist and be punished severely! Explain the hickey on you!" Lucy sat in the middle, tapping a mineral water bottle on the table sternly.
The other two roommates nodded in agreement.
Clara clenched her fingers, unable to speak.
What she had with Jack wasn't love, nor was it like the lovey-dovey couples they often saw clinging to each other downstairs.
She was unilaterally threatened.
She wasn't even sure if Jack was playing around or mistaking dependence for love.
Regardless, she had always seen him as a younger brother.
As for any other feelings, she didn't know.
This morning, she was inexplicably pulled into the cubicle by him
