Still Affects Me

Clara

I stood facing Arthur and narrowed my eyes, trying to understand what I was seeing on his face. He looked tired, and he also looked like someone who had been crying for a long time. His shoulders were slightly slumped, and his gaze kept moving toward the villa.

For a moment, a small part of my heart softened, because he looked nothing like the man he was. But that softness did not last. Ange