Claire didn't go far. She just stepped out into the back garden to get some fresh air.
Staying inside felt like an invisible hand was squeezing her throat, making it hard to breathe.
This wasn't the first time Mia had framed her. It had happened countless times before, and Andrew always took Mia's side, no matter what.
She'd long since gotten used to the disappointment, but it still hurt.
That bitter, swelling feeling in her chest made her want to burst into tears.
But what was the point of crying?
She should have been used to it by now, right?
Her mind was a tangled mess, bouncing between memories of the past and thoughts of Lucien and the woman by his side.
Her heart felt ready to explode, overflowing with an emotion she couldn't name, let alone release.
"Well, well, well. Look
