Liora's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about Clara. The conversation from yesterday replayed in my mind over and over again: the bruises, the tears, the fear, and most of all, the certainty in her voice when she said she couldn't leave him.
I understood fear, I understood heartbreak and I understood loving someone who hurt you, but I couldn't understand that not completely.
The memory followed me into the office the next morning. I arrived early hoping work would distract me, but unfortunately, it didn't. I sat at my desk staring at my computer screen while my thoughts drifted back to Clara, back to the little girl and back to the frightened look in her eyes. The entire situation made my chest ache because nobody deserved to live that way. Not Clara and certainly not her daughter.
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