Clara’s POV
I pressed tighter against him but he softened and stroked my hair. ‘Come on Clara, let’s talk a bit more. It doesn’t feel right to do this when you’re so sad?’
I just buried my face in his shoulder.
‘Hey kid, look at me, it’ll all be ok?’
He lifted my chin to hold my gaze but I couldn’t return the feeling. ‘I don’t think you understand. My parents are convinced. Sandra’s helping him…’
‘My father?’ I just nodded. He frowned.
‘Clara you never said why you think he’s doing all this? Are you sure it’s not just Sandra being jealous and causing trouble?’ I shut my eyes, I’d deliberately not told him about the car journey with his dad or what he’d asked.
‘It’s not just Sandra… your dad told me he was going to do it…’
‘When? And why?!’ I tried to bury my face again but he was
