Clara's POV

I walked into my office one morning, just to find out that they broke into my office.

I keep replaying the image in my mind of the door lock twisted, the drawers pulled out, the faint smell of metal and dust from things being forced open. I remember standing there, unable to move, staring at the emptiness where safety used to live.

And then the screens lit up. The news carried my name. My company’s name.

Negligence.

Mishandling.

Trust betrayed.

Each headline dug at me like a ...