Choosing Myself

"Enough," Clara shouted, her voice ripping through the lonely silence of the night.

Her anger was so fierce, even just hearing things like "You're Hazel's mother" and "You're Mrs. Mercer" made her stomach churn.

"So what if I'm her mother?" Clara snapped. "Back then, when I almost died for her, I'd already done more than enough."

After saying that, Clara suddenly became strangely calm. Her voice d