Chapter 87.
Clara’s POV.
The air in the room stilled, or the one in my lungs, I couldn’t quite tell which of it.
All I knew was that my heart had gone still, and so had my breath.
I know. I have always wanted to see them. I mean, I have asked them to be brought over here, but I couldn’t help myself! Couldn’t bring myself to understand how I felt at the moment.
The smile on their faces wavered, then my mum spared my dad a guilty glare before turning back to stare at me.
“Hey there….” They called, their voice sounding as though they were seeking my permission.
My lashes fluttered and I blinked back.
“Hey, mum, dad.” My voice was the softest it has ever been, and one could tell that I was fighting to keep my emotions in check.
Maxwell stared at me softly, and I nodded my head gently.
