Clara’s POV
Once 30 minutes was up I gave Ace one last hug in the field before heading to the lorry, loaded up and ready to go. Tim looked at me before taking a scarf from his own neck and placing it round my own.
‘I’m not cold?’ I asked, there was a bit of a frost this morning but the day had brightened up, although the forecast for later was a bit grim.
‘It’s not for that... I guess you’ve not looked in the mirror this morning?’ Tim’s voice was unusually soft and sincere. I got out my phone camera, switching it to selfie mode and got what he meant. There were angry looking bruises appearing on my neck, the site of them an unwelcome reminder of the attack I was managing to force from my mind.
Tim gently put the scarf across them, ‘you sure you want to come? I guess the fact you’re tra
