(Clara)
I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw last night.
Not because Professor Hart had been angry.
Honestly, that part wasn’t shocking. He always carried this cold, controlled intensity around him like he was constantly holding something back.
But yesterday…
For the first time, I saw cracks.
Real ones.
The kind that made him feel human instead of untouchable.
I hated that my brain kept replaying it.
The sharpness in his voice.
The frustration in his eyes.
The way his entire body had tensed before he noticed Ethan and me standing there.
And worst of all?
The way he looked at me afterward.
Like he forgot himself for a second.
I groaned softly and shoved my face deeper into my pillow.
“This is pathetic,” I muttered.
Anna’s voice immediately rang from the kitchen.
“Talk
