Pimple

Clara

I hurried to Gael’s office with my heart in my throat. They had found footage of that day? I had lost all hope, but once again hope bubbled in my chest.

The door was already open. Inside, Rhys was bent over Gael’s table, one big hand braced on the wood while the other pointed at a paused frame on a laptop. Gael sat beside him, jaw tight.

“Come,” he said as soon as he saw me in a low voice. “