Kai’s words, "How can we want something that's going to tear us apart? That's going to make us a circus act... I don't know what that is!" struck Clara like a physical blow. The sudden, raw fear in his voice, his panicked lashing out, was a stark contrast to the usual steady calm she associated with him. But it wasn't just his fear; it was the chilling implication that landed with brutal force. Tear us apart. Circus act. Don't know what we can give her.
Her vision blurred, and the vibrant kitchen tiles seemed to warp and swim before her eyes. The ache in her chest, already a dull throb, sharpened into a searing pain. It wasn't just disappointment or hurt she felt now; it was a profound, bone-deep terror. A primal fear, perhaps, for the fragile life growing within her, suddenly cast as an
