The Thorne Identity

Viviana scrubbed the remaining tears from Clara's cheeks, sacrificing the expensive fabric of her own sleeves without a second thought. The damage was thoroughly done. Smudges of grime coated her designer shoes, and her outfit was officially wrecked.

"Viviana, please," Clara urged, her voice thick with another incoming sniffle. "Pull out your phone and see if you can snag a flight out of here ton