As Clara stirred from her restless sleep, the weight of the attempt on her life still hung heavy in her mind.
Despite her efforts to break free from the grip earlier, the feeling of being trapped persisted. With a heavy sigh, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. 7 PM. She had slept through the afternoon, perhaps a subconscious escape from the turmoil of the day.
The sound of her mother's voice downstairs drew Clara's attention, and she hesitated for a moment before rising from her bed.
As she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up, her mind raced with questions. Who could her mother be speaking with at this hour? And why were her uncles and cousin Benjamin here?
After quickly splashing some water on her face and smoothing down her disheveled hair, Clara descended the stair
