Claire’s POV
I was so hurt and so angry that I started to open the car door before the driver even realized he should stop. I needed air. There wasn’t enough in that car.
“Stop!” Ivan shouted, but it was unclear if it was meant for me or the driver. The driver slammed on the brakes, and I stumbled out of the car and onto the embankment. I walked forward a bit into the grass lining the highway.
My vision was blurry. I blinked a few times. Oh, I was crying.
Ivan came up behind me. “Claire. Claire.” He moved around me, standing in front of me. When I tried to walk around him, he gripped me by the upper arms and held me firmly, not allowing me to escape. I didn’t try overly hard, just shook a few times.
Oh, no. I was just trembling.
“Where are you going, Claire?” he asked me.
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