Clara’s POV –

The meeting with the women had ended, their voices still echoing faintly in my mind, but I hardly registered the details anymore. My heels clicked softly against the polished floor as I walked towards the parking lot, the air carrying that peculiar silence that follows long discussions. I only wanted to get to my car, sink into the seat, and breathe.

Just as I reached for my keys, a faint vibration shivered through my bag. At first, I ignored it, assuming it was another ...