Clara's POV
On my way out, as I wheeled out the bucket filled with some of the cleaning stuff I had been using, it accidentally knocked into the table. This caused the stacked folders on the table's edge to fall to the floor. These accidents had to stop.
I sighed, bending down to pick up the folders and the loose papers now sticking out.
I suddenly froze as I stared at the pictures scattered on the floor.
It was pictures of me, not just of me, some including my mom and Katy. Some pictures date ten years back, including some embarrassing twelfth-birthday photos.
I couldn't wrap my head around it while scanning the pictures. What was this, and why did he have pictures of my family and me? Was he some sick psychopath? Does that mean he knew me before arriving here, or was this part of so
