Hostile Homecoming

The Monroe family's place wasn't far from the hospital. It was tucked away in the city center's upscale neighborhood, only about a thirty-minute drive.

Clara sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery blur past outside the window, completely lost in her own thoughts.

Paige, driving, glanced over with concern. "Clara, if you don't really want to go to the Monroes' place, I can go on my own."