The next morning, Clara decided to stretch her luck. She dressed herself in a floral gown and tied her hair into a simple ponytail, just like she used to when she was still with Damian. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she could not help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her. It had been a long time since she had dressed like this.
Taking a deep breath, she walked downstairs.
Racheal was already seated at the dining table. A cup of black coffee rested beside her while she calmly read the morning newspaper, seemingly uninterested in everything happening around her.
Clara forced a smile before walking over.
"Can you take me to Chicago? I want to take a look at his church."
"No."
Racheal answered without even lifting her eyes from the newspaper, leaving Clara blinking in genuine disbelief.
"What?"
The word escaped her mouth almost instinctively.
