POV: Clara

Clara zipped her jacket tighter as she stepped out of the diner. Jenny’s words still rang in her ears.

You did it with Rob and I won’t watch you do it again.

The syllables scratched her ribs like barbed wire. Her throat felt raw, her chest tight. She wanted to yell at Jenny. She wanted to say no, that she was fine. But she hadn’t been then and god she was not fine now.

The morning air was sharp on her damp skin. Sunlight sliced the street into harsh ...