Days turned into weeks, and just like that—two months passed.
The final scene of Claire's play was just around the corner, and the airing was scheduled for the following week.
Despite the excitement everyone else seemed to have, Claire sat curled up on the sofa in her room, the script resting on her lap, pages crinkled from how often she'd held it, studied it, lived in it. She was trying to memorize her lines, Yet tonight, her mind was elsewhere—far from Diana's story, far from her lines, the script trembling slightly in her hands.
Her eyes stared blankly at the words on the page, but all she could think about was Laura—how she was now working for Aaron. Claire didn't know if this was some twisted coincidence or a subtle warning. Maybe Aaron was trying to show her that the two people she cared about most—her mom and Laura were now within his reach. Her heart twisted at the thought.
