Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Clara's POV

He walked toward me, and I could see it—all the parts of me that came from him. The green eyes. The sharp jawline. The nose I'd always hated. Looking at him was like looking in a mirror that showed me everything I'd tried to distance myself from.

"I was in Chicago last week," I said flatly.

Getting my life destroyed, but sure.

"Oh, Chicago. Right." His grin widened. "Where