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.

couldn't remember anything from her past. As she watched the scenery whiz by outside the window, she felt curious about

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

and gave Ryan

his head. "Grandpa's buried here. He used to

chest, but she couldn't recall anything beyond that. Ryan hesitated, rubbing his cheek. "I'm not sure if bringing you here is the right call. You cried for ages when Grandpa passed. He pulled you aside in his last moments and whispered something just to

wasn't really on the up and up. But he was getting on in years and had been on meds for a while. Later, when he found out you

just couldn't

guilt was suffocating. Her head throbbed painfully, and sweat broke

"Clara?"

rubbing her temples. "I'm not feeling too great. Let

beside her and pulled an orange out of his pocket. "Here,

her head. "Keep talking. Maybe

state and hesitated. After all, everyone