Confronting Sabrina in the Limo and Halting the Elevator

Clara

I haven’t spoken a single word since Alistair and I left the plane. My mind is stuck in a dark, suffocating loop, replaying the way he dismissed my feelings on the flight. The cold weight of his rejection hangs over me, turning my chest into a hollow ache. He called what we have a childish crush. He treated my raw confession like the dramatic tantrum of a teenager who doesn't know any better