CLARA
Standing by the window of my bedroom, I stared out to the lady who is being driven home by no other than my brother.
I watched her till the moment she stepped into the house. Closing the curtain, I went downstairs to meet her. “Who just drove you home Lyra?” I wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t gradually becoming a common event.
She dropped the gift bag on the sofa. “Your brother Xavier.” She replied nonchalantly, plopping down. “I ran into him in town and he offered to give me a ride home.”
“You seem to be running into him more often these days.” I deadpanned. I love Lyra, but I equally love my brother. I have seen her with men and I am not about to let my brother fall victim; no judgment intended.
Lyra glanced at me with squinted eyes. “Why do you sound as if you have a problem
