The Knight mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon.
With Alexander at Knight Global, Ross back at the police station, and Daniel Cross resting in one of the guest rooms after a sleepless night, the mansion felt almost... normal.
Almost. Clara sat in the sunroom overlooking the gardens, her notebook open on her lap.
The pages were blank. She had been staring at them for nearly twenty minutes.
A pencil rested between her fingers. She twirled it absentmindedly before sighing. "I've forgotten how to start." "You haven't." Clara looked up.
Richard stood in the doorway, holding two mugs of coffee. He walked over and handed one to her.
She smiled. "Thank you." He took the chair opposite her and glanced at the empty page.
"Designing?" "I'm trying to." "But nothing's coming." Richard chuc
