I went back to Nathaniel's place, finished packing, and boxed up everything I wasn't taking with me, sealing the boxes neatly. Whatever he wanted to do with it was his problem.
I had just opened the front door when Nathaniel stumbled in, leaning heavily on Clara, who wore her triumph openly, not bothering to hide it. She didn't say a word to me. She just steered him past me to the sofa and eased him down. When she moved to get him some water, he yanked her back into his arms, his hands pulling at her.
"Come here, baby. I missed you. Hold me."
Clara squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with me standing there watching. She tried to pull free, but he held on, his arms locked around her waist. "Don't go. Please. Don't leave me."
"Stop it," she said, flushed and flustered. "There's someone here.
