CLARA’S POV
I gazed up at the night sky, mesmerized by the stars scattered across the midnight blue.
“It’s a beautiful night,” I said, drinking in the sight.
Beside me, Edward sat quietly, his gaze fixed upward as well. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and smiled at the satisfied grin on his lips. He had been reluctant when I’d asked him to step outside with me after dinner, but now he looked utterly at peace.
Silence stretched between us for some minutes until I cleared my throat. “I can’t keep myself locked away,” I said, and Edward turned his head sharply toward me. “I know what happened was traumatic, but I can’t just stay in here, hoping the shooter vanishes into thin air. I need to work.” I spread my hands for emphasis. “I need to accomplish the things I want in life.”
