Claire Dane’s POV
The room is dark except for the soft glow of the nightlights filtering through the curtains. I’m curled beneath the cozy comforter, eyes closed but mind restless. I’d been reading. Worrying. Resting my eyes more than actually sleeping.
Daniel. His father. My exes. Studies. My father and his family. Mostly, the awkwardness awaits me when I return to university. The way everyone will look at me once they know. Maybe I should quit. Or transfer. Transfer sounds better. Quit is such a final word. Do I even want to study anymore?
Marriage is a massive step.
The thought drifts, heavy and uninvited. Maybe I should be a stay-at-home wife. A stepmother. Even thinking it makes my chest tighten. Temporary, Jeremy had said. Logical. Sensible. But stepmother… I have no warm feelin
