Unspoken Longing

"When I got up at six, Mr. Vance had already left," Martha explained. "Apparently, there was some trouble with a project. Jared called first thing this morning, rushing him out the door."

'So he left at six,' Clara thought.

"Clara, there's something I've been wanting to ask, if you don't mind," Martha said gently.

Clara looked up, her expression neutral. "Go ahead. What is it?"

"You and Mr. Vance.