Mood
Alara’s POV The sun was out, but I barely noticed. Maya was in the kitchen humming softly while flipping through her favorite comic book. I sat on the couch, curled up in a large blanket, trying to read, but the words blurred after the third paragraph. Grief made the air feel heavy, even inside a place as grand as the Wolfe mansion. When the doorbell rang, I didn’t flinch. Footsteps echoed from the entryway, followed by familiar voices. Clarke’s voice cut through the silence. “You better have coffee. I just made Matt drive like a lunatic.” “Oh, so now I’m a lunatic?” Matt’s exaggerated groan made Maya giggle in the kitchen. I stood up slowly and walked toward the entryway, where Clarke threw her arms around me without hesitation. “You look like you haven’t blinked in an hour,” she w
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