CLARA
I sat there on Roberto's bed, unable to comprehend all that happened. I looked up at him, he had his back on the door.
"Clara".
I shook my head. He didn't have the right to call my name. How could he? I believed in him. I trusted him. And for weeks I had been beating myself up in guilt about lying to him yet he had a bigger skeleton in his own cupboard.
"Clara". I shook my head, scooting away from him when he came to sit beside me.
"Baby".
"Don't touch me".
"Baby look I'm sorry".
" For what? For abducting my father, tying him with silver chains, starving him, torturing him in whatever secret base you have in your library? Is that what you're sorry for Roberto?"
" Clara...I..."
" And you know what hurts most?"
He gripped his head with his hand.
" The fact that I had been l
