The Weight of Hope

Clara

I haven’t been to the nursery since the news of Thorne’s supposed death broke, and when I walk in I’m greeted with a chorus of excited cries from the children. I kneel down and open my arms to the pups, making sure to kiss every cheek and nose I can reach. “Clara where have you been?!” One of the older girls demands hotly, crossing her arms over her chest, “It’s been ages and ages!”

“Miss Be