Mia’s pov
I tried to sleep, but knowing Clara was still under this roof troubled my mind. I sat up on my bed, ran my fingers frantically through my hair as a frustrated grunt left my body.
My eyes felt heavy but I could barely even keep them closed for up to five minutes. I picked up my robe from the rack and wrapped it around my body as I headed downstairs for a glass of wine and some fresh air.
I went into the cellar through the back door and came out holding a bottle of alcohol. I poured myself a cup and headed out to the front, but the sound of muffled voices spiked something in my brain.
“This better not be what I think it is..” I prayed silently as I approached the sunroom. Pulling the door open, my eyes fell on Jonathan and Clara, sprawled on the couch and staring at the floa
