POV: Clara Whitmore

Once Oliver had gone, Hugh Ashcroft cleaned up the flat. My leg was injured, so I couldn't help. I sat on the lounge chair and surfed the internet. Ever since Edward Harrington's curt interrogation last night, I had to know what was going on. I clicked open the TV station's blind date site and was shocked. The posts were full of threats, and people were threatening to "human flesh" search my ex-husband and "evil mother-in-law." I had a headache. This was not what I wanted. ...