Fuel for Revenge

Clara

“Here, Clara. Take a bite while it’s still hot. You need to eat something,” Callum said gently, pushing the bowl of porridge closer to me.

I lifted my eyes slowly and looked at him, then at Madeline, who was sitting on the other side of the bed. Both of them were watching me closely, worry written all over their faces, as if they were afraid I might disappear the moment they looked away.