💭 The Second Time
The next day, Clara tried to forget it. But the woman was waiting, as if she had never left.
“Clara, I know they told you lies! I’m your mother!”
“She’s at it again,” Mia groaned. “Maybe she’s just confused.”
“Or maybe she’s on something,” Jordan said.
The woman didn’t look at them. Her eyes followed only Clara. Something about the way she said her name made Clara’s stomach twist. No one had ever spoken to her like that—soft, but full of weight.
That night, Clara told her parents.
