Chapter 11
- Morning snuck up too fast.
- Clara woke up slow, her eyes blinking against the soft light slipping through the big windows. For a second, she didn’t know where she was. The bed felt warm and cozy, the heavy silk sheets wrapped around her like a cocoon. It was nice—nicer than anything she’d felt in days. For that tiny moment, she almost felt safe, like nothing bad could touch her.
- Then she shifted.