Claire’s POV

Gray light from the morning sun seeps through the blinds in my apartment at 6:12 a.m.; Ashford City is still shrouded in fog. I actually have a headache from lack of sleep and don't know why but the picture of Damian with the other woman is seared into my brain like a hot poker. I’d hidden it in my planner, the edges cut into my fingers, a secret I shouldn’t have but can’t get rid of.

Even though I was expecting, Damian hasn’t texted me today and my phone is quiet; his ...