Clara
I thought I heard someone at my door last night, but when I opened it, no one was there. I guess it must’ve been my imagination.
Now, it's morning, so I stayed in my room to eat breakfast. But not long I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and soon enough, there was a knock.
“Come in,” I said, still focused on my meal.
When I finally lifted my head, I stopped chewing immediately. Pamela stood there, a baby boy resting on her arm.
She just stood tall, staring at me. She looked different—childbirth had changed her.
“It’s rude to stand there like that, Pamela. At least greet your Luna,” I told her.
She actually had the nerve to scoff.
“And who are you to tell me what to do?” she fired back. My fork slipped from my fingers.
The old me would’ve kept quiet. That was before. I gl
