Chapter 31 Strangers In The Same House

• The sheets beside Clara were cold. Again.
• She rolled over, her body stretching across the massive bed, but there was no warmth to chase away the morning chill. The city skyline stretched endlessly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, yet all she could focus on was the emptiness beside her.
• A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself up, her silk nightgown pooling around her legs. The penthouse was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of distant traffic. Clara padded barefoot across the marble floor, following the faint scent of coffee.