Dressed to Kill

Clara's POV

I glared at the glowing screen of my phone. My fingers gripped the plastic casing so hard my knuckles turned white. I stared at the log of outgoing calls, my chest tightening with every passing second. Twelve. I had dialed Kaelen's number twelve times in the span of a single hour. He had let every single one of them ring straight through to his voicemail.

A sharp, bitter laugh escape