Clara’s POV
The house was so quiet while I waited. I sat on the edge of our big bed, looking out the window.
I couldn't rest until I saw Simon with my own two eyes. I wanted to see him walk through our front door whole and alive.
The sound of boots on the porch made my heart jump. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. The front door opened slowly.
I could tell how tired he was the minute he walked into the door.
His dark hair was messy, his coat had dirt and dried blood on it, and his shoulders hung low from total exhaustion.
He looked like a man who had carried the weight of the entire world on his back for five long years. But beneath all that tiredness, I also saw a relief in his eyes.
The crazy, burning rage that usually filled his dark eyes was gone. For the first time sinc
