Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 405

The man glanced at her through the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "Maybe you could talk to him."

Clara gazed out the window at the snowflakes swirling around, her eyes distant. “I barely know his past, so how can I really help? If staying there gives him peace, would asking him to leave in the name of love actually be right?"

She closed her eyes slowly, leaning back against the seat. "Sometimes, I just don't know how to be with him."

She wasn't sure who owed whom in their history, so she always felt the need to give him some slack.

The man was surprised by how deeply she was thinking about it all. Clara was sharp and could easily draw people in, but her clarity was a double-edged sword.

As they stopped at a red light, he sighed. "Has he ever talked about his brother to you?"

"He mentioned it a couple of times, but I don't really know the details."

She thought he'd say more, but even as the car moved again, he stayed quiet.

hours later, they arrived at an old,

outside, it was dark, giving no sign if anyone

man still in the car,

it continues, it'll

taking a

help. He's thinking about taking some meds with nasty side effects, like hallucinations. I tried to talk him out of it, but he won't listen. Maybe you

bit desperate, like he wouldn't have

to leave when the man handed her a packet of fever

refuses to go to the

anger and worry. Why was he

the medicine

his bedroom, always curling up on the sofa like a sad

so busy lately, she hadn't had much

to the sofa and found a faint

beside him and touched his forehead, flinching at how hot it