Clara
I woke up to Damien gone again, a sickening feeling in my stomach about being alone after the night before.
“Where are you?” I linked.
“My office meeting with the council.”
I lay there thinking about my response. Did I want to go join them? One way or another, my father was going to die today. Was I really ready for this? Nausea flooded my body again and I got up, running to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before hurling again. How was there anything left? I flushed the toilet and ran cool water into the sink, enjoying the shock as I splashed it onto my face. I brushed my teeth and went to the closet, pulling down a pair of dark washed jeans and throwing on a black t-shirt with them. The events with my mother wouldn't leave my mind. She was weak from years of little
