Burnt Hopes

Even now, watching Hazel scream her lungs out, Clara couldn't connect this little tornado to the soft, obedient girl she remembered.

Maybe the bright, fleeting little spark of joy she'd once had with Hazel had disappeared by the moment she had chosen Desmond and Chloe over her.

What stood before her now was a merciless little mischief-maker, never grateful, never satisfied.

Clara closed her eyes,