Clarissa’s POV
I had spent the entire day rebuilding Vivëe’s presentation slide by slide since the original got stolen. I didn't know if it was necessary but I wanted it as a proof in court that it was my original idea.
I had woken up early the next morning, and I told myself keeping busy meant I wouldn’t have to think about Dante, about the case, about the sleepless nights that had started blurring into each other.
If I stopped working, even for a moment, everything I’d been shoving into the corner of my mind might break loose and I start thinking again, I was more scared having the thought of Dante.
“He was just a friend who wanted to help me.” I tried to assure myself but it wasn't so easy.
By eight, my eyes burned from staring at the screen. That was when the doorbell rang.
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