The Truth

Clara

A low sound escaped Vera’s throat, which sounded like something between a sob and a groan as she sat up. She curled in on herself, hugging her knees as if trying to protect herself. Her eyelids fluttered, until finally her gaze focused and found me.

For a moment, she simply stared, as if she thought she was dreaming. Then recognition dawned and her eyes widened. “Clara,” she whispered hoarse