Betty's POV. 

When I stepped into the room, I saw Claire was pacing, her hands trembling as she clutched the hem of her dress. Her eyes darted toward me and my heart squeezed at the sight.

“Claire,” I said softly, walking closer. She froze, her lips parting as if words had betrayed her.

Before she could speak, I reached out and took her hands. They were cold, like she’d been standing out in the rain too long. 

“Hey… look at me,” I whispered. Her gaze finally met mine, and I ...