Forgotten Ties

Dante spoke up. Seeing that Clara was still leaning against the windowsill without moving, he tentatively reached out and gently pulled her arm. Finally, Clara reacted.

She slowly straightened up, subtly avoiding Dante's touch.

"Did that touch your arm?" They stood just a step apart, Dante towering over Clara, his gaze fixed on her expression.

"Mr. Thorne, my son is injured. I'm in no mood to talk