Chapter 88

• Claire's pov
• I was sitting in the living room, curled up on the chaise with a soft blanket over my legs and a warm mug of ginger tea in my hands. The room was quiet, calm… peaceful in a way I hadn't felt in weeks. After everything—the press conference, the paparazzi, Vanessa’s drama—I finally had a breath of fresh air.
• Nathan had gone upstairs after the press conference. I wasn’t sure what was on his mind, but for once, I was content not to push. We’d been in such emotional chaos lately that the silence between us felt oddly soothing.