He had just turned to leave when he heard the door open behind him.
"Benedict, wait," Clara called soft but urgent.
He stopped in his tracks, his brows drawing down slightly as he turned to face her. Clara stood in the doorway, the light from inside her apartment forming a golden glow around her. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of hesitation and something else-something more intense.
Yes?" he asked, sounding unafraid even though he felt a riptide of unease.
She took a step toward him and then held his gaze. Her green dress captured the faint breeze. There is something I need to tell you. she said, her voice trembling over the words.
Benedict nodded, waiting, feeling his heart pound hard in his chest, eager for her words.
But instead of saying anything, Clara stepped closer. Befo
