Liora's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about Clara's daughter. The image followed me home, followed me through dinner, and followed me into bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the little girl standing in the hallway clutching Clara's hand.
I saw the way she had flinched when the male voice echoed from deeper inside the apartment. I saw the fear in her eyes, and the worst part was how familiar it felt not because she looked like Karl because she didn't, but there was something about her expression that reminded me of him. The caution, the watchfulness and the way she seemed to be listening for danger before it arrived.
Children weren't supposed to look like that, they were supposed to feel safe, protected and loved.
By the time morning arrived, I felt exhausted. I arrived at the offic
