POV: Clara

The storm had passed, but the storm in me had not.

Daniel didn’t ask if I could walk. Didn’t even look down to see if I was steady. Just lifted me as if I were weightless, as if the fight and fury in my limbs didn’t matter. Took steps that ate the streets, boots splashing puddles, the rain still falling silver around us.

I told myself I should scream. I should tell him to put me down. But the truth burned hot in my chest and left me voiceless. I curled into ...