*Clara*
"That feeling, huh," Dylan said, as he walked behind Clara into the mansion .
She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. Jones almost walked into his boss from behind.
Clara turned to face him. “Don't mock me, Dylan."
He stood beside her. "I am not. And I hope you understand that." Dylan checked the time on his watch. "You can meet me at the back of the dining room later. Maybe we can talk."
Then he walked past her and into the mansion.
Jones looked up at her and mumbled some words of sympathy. He didn't know what had gone down while she was at her parents house, but it didn't seem to do her any good. And somehow, it wasn't his employer's fault.
Clara stood at the doorway and looked outside. She wasn't seeing anything that was in front of her. There was a lot going on
