Clara's POV
"You are outside my house?" I repeated.
"Yes," he answered. "I brought you some food that I thought might help. I think there is someone else in your house. I see a shadow in the kitchen. Should I knock?" He asked.
"No," I cut him off.
Maybe Mom came back early.
I rubbed the back of my head, thinking of the next lie. I looked back at his grandmother, who smiled warmly at me.
"Listen, I'm not really at home right now. I had to stop by the pharmacy, but you can return home. You don't have to worry about me," I replied.
I started with way too many lies. Sooner or later, he was bound to catch on.
He sighed. "Okay, why don't I just pick you up?" He offered.
"No, there is no need for that. As I said, I'm perfectly fine. You can go home. Besides, I'm just about to catch a cab
