Clara's POV
Running back inside the house, I went straight to my bedroom.
Breathing hard, I leaned my back against the door.
"What was it I just did?" I mumbled.
It was never intended to progress to this point. I didn't think things through; it was meant to help me keep my job. How was I going to escape this one at this point?
It signaled my demise. I had no choice but to leave the city, hoping he would never track me down. That, I believe, was going to be my answer.
Frantically, I reached into my upper cupboard and retrieved my suitcase, packing my clothes neatly. I was unable to focus. I just knew I was ready to let go of everything. There didn't seem to be much chance to tell him the truth. Nothing was forgiving about him.
Officially, my life was over.
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I slept for not ev
