Clara sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling. No matter how much she tried to brush it aside, Mitchell’s image kept flooding her thoughts, refusing to let go. Guilt weighed heavy on her heart. She hated the feeling.
“How could I not even give him a proper chance to speak?” she murmured.
Shaking her head, she grabbed her phone. As soon as she opened the app, she saw it. His profile glowed green. Online.
“Online? At this hour?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. Her heart clenched. Is he chatting with someone?
Her mind spiraled.
It has to be a woman. Why else would he stay up this late? Men... she thought bitterly.
“Cunning creatures,” she whispered aloud before dragging herself to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Mitchell sat on his couch, his laptop closed, his work finally done. Stil
