Chapter 233

• Claire's pov
• I pushed the glass doors of the Carrington building open with my father right behind me, his steps heavy and certain, while Olivia trailed lazily with that same half-bored, half-calculating expression she always wore when she had accomplished whatever mission she had set out to do.
• The receptionist straightened the moment she saw us, her greeting crisp, but I barely registered it. My head throbbed faintly, the kind of ache that came from too much emotion and too little rest. I wanted silence, calm, and a moment to myself, but having my father and Olivia in tow meant none of that would be possible.