One Last Visit

Clara instinctively lowered her gaze. She'd been crying because of Tessa, not Declan.

"Don't worry about me," Clara said, patting his shoulder. "Go on, get back to work." She then walked towards the consultation desk.

Marcus watched her walk away, a feeling nagged at him that Clara was different today. A somber air clung to her, and he thought he saw a flicker of deep sadness in her eyes.

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