Clara
When we entered the apartment, Lotta smiled brightly and looked around.
“Oh, Clara, it’s so beautiful,” She said.
“He had it remodelled while I was in the clinic. I absolutely love it.” I replied, feeling grateful for her approval.
I walked over to the kitchen and started a new pot of coffee. Lotta came and took a seat on one of the highback stools at the bar.
“I love seeing you happy.” She smiled.
“It feels good to be happy again,” I said. “And the feeling is complete with you here. I had no idea about any of this.”
“I was quite surprised myself when Sam woke me up. It’s been so hard not knowing what happened to them or to you. I felt so alone and scared.”
I noticed the bags under her eyes then, and it looked like she had aged ten years since I had seen her last. I should h
