Chapter 88
Clara’s POV
The pills hit the floor with a soft sound, but it felt loud enough to echo through my chest.
Maxwell halted mid-step.
His eyes drifted down slowly, then stayed there, fixed on the small pack resting against the tiled floor, and the air in the room thickened instantly. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, and when his gaze finally lifted, it met mine with something unreadable sitting behind his eyes.
My throat tightened.
I cleared it gently, then bent down and picked the pills up, curling my fingers around them until my palm clenched into a fist, holding them so tight it almost hurt.
Silence settled between us, heavy and stretched, and neither of us seemed willing to be the first to break it.
Seconds passed.
Then Maxwell finally spoke, his voice was calm, but restra
