Clara’s POV

I smiled faintly as I leaned back in my chair, adjusting the screen of my laptop. The room was quiet, save for the soft clicks of the keyboard as I uploaded files and sorted documents. My office had a stillness to it almost foreign, detached from the bustling world outside. It was the kind of silence that makes you hear your own thoughts a little louder, thoughts I wasn’t sure I wanted to face.

Hours slipped by unnoticed until the buzzing of my phone cut through the air, ...