Chapter 48

Clara

Ronan was there when I woke up from my nap.

“Hey there, pretty one,” Ronan said. “How are you feeling?”

I scrambled around the bed for my notebook, and Ronan put it in my hands.

“Better,” I wrote. Then, “I’m sorry.” I hadn’t meant to be so dramatic.

“No, no don’t apologize. You di...

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