CHAPTER 7
Clara's POV
The doors to the ambulance slam shut, sealing me out.
I’m left standing on the pavement, bare feet numb against concrete, watching red lights flash against the evening. Someone asks me to move back, and another voice tells me to get out of the way.
But I don’t answer.
Rose..
All I can see is Rose’s small body strapped to a stretcher through the rear window. Her leg is immobilized, and her face looks so still and pale.
Soon, the siren blares, and then the ambulance is gone from sight.
I don’t remember how long I stood there.
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An hour later, I’m sitting in a restaurant I don’t remember choosing.
A waiter asks if I’m ready to order, and I nod without looking at him. When the food arrives, I don’t remember ordering that either.
My phone sits beside my plate
