Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 185

"Clara, Quinn asked me to come and comfort you. She didn't mean what she said earlier; she just loses her cool sometimes and really hates that about herself."

Clara almost chuckled, but Quinn's performance was too convincing-it had everyone fooled.

"Clara, I've got some free time today. How about we head out for a bit? If you're trying to piece together your memories by revisiting familiar places, I can lend a hand. I've got a spot in mind that you used to hang out at."

That actually sounded useful.

Clara didn't feel like arguing, so she hopped into the car. "Alright, let's go."

Ryan quickly slid into the driver's seat, his smile becoming a bit more genuine. "Sure thing."

He stepped on the gas, and the car slowly rolled away from the Bradford estate.

she watched the scenery whiz

pulled up at a cemetery. It wasn't the one she'd been to with Dylan,

out and gave Ryan a puzzled

buried here. He

is the right call. You cried for ages when Grandpa passed. He pulled you aside in his last moments and whispered something just to you. None of us heard it. After that, you refused to eat until you fainted. You used to visit here whenever you could." Clara felt a throbbing pain in her head as she slowly walked up

said she wasn't really on the up and up. But he was getting on in years and had been on meds for a while.

a few seconds. "He just couldn't

couldn't remember anything, but the overpowering guilt was suffocating. Her head throbbed

"Clara?"

on the nearby steps, rubbing her temples. "I'm

an orange

"Keep talking. Maybe it'll

Clara's stressful state and hesitated. After all,