Jameson's POV

I stepped inside my house, stale atmosphere welcoming me in. My head pounded lightly with my eyes slightly red. But as I shut the door behind me, that was when I noticed the unwanted visitor seated on my couch.

Clara shot up from the couch, her initial angry expression melted into shock with her eyes wide, lips parting but no words came out. She looks exactly like I remembered her to be.

Her gaze dropped to the walker I was using, and the surprise on her face irritated me more ...