Claire recovered quickly. By Friday, the doctor told her the inflammation in her lungs was gone, and if her afternoon tests looked good, she could head home.
Nathan was already waiting at her door bright and early. Claire instinctively looked over his shoulder, but Lucien was nowhere in sight.
Nathan, ever considerate, explained, "Mr. Stacey had some business to attend to, so he asked me to take you home first."
"I wasn't looking for him," Claire mumbled, then remembered she had to go home and pack. "I need to go home and get my stuff first."
"Mr. Stacey said everything is all set at home, so there's no need to go back," Nathan replied.
"But..."
"You'd better listen to him," Nathan said coldly, leaving no room for negotiation.
"I need to go back to get my mom's photo," Claire insist
