Clara folded the paper in two and asked, "Why have you given this to me?"
He shrugged, less concerned about giving her a valid answer. "Why do you think I have given it to you? Maybe there is something that I need you to learn about."
Clara heard the car drive away, and she wondered where Jones was heading. Didn't he say that he would stick around until she was done with Dylan's father? Or rather, until Dylan's father was done with her?
Clara recalled what she had read in the paper he had given her, the one she had just folded in two. “Rules, huh. I know that I don't have a child, talk more of a son. So, this should be for you."
"This should be me what?" He asked.
"You trying to raise a child. A son. And you have obviously done that with Dylan." Clara replied with her gaze low.
"Hmm.
