Ryan's POV
There was a problem with Clara.
Ever since she sneaked out that night, I had been keeping a close eye on her. I was about to go into a panic attack first, then I took a deep breath and just looked around. I saw something I assumed was a note on the coffee table, I went closer and confirmed what it was. Yes, it was a note, and to my relief it was written by Clarabel.
But why would she write a note and not just tell me face to face. Still, this was an explanation. I tried calling her, it rang and rang, but my call wasn't picked up.
And then, I didn't have to worry again, I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to the door. Unsurprisingly, it was Clara, she was back. And she got back very late. She hadn’t said a word about where she went, and every time I brought it up,
