Chapter 18

Claire's P.O.V.

Putting the car keys on the counter, I sighed. It was a long day. I entered the living room and dad was nowhere. He must have been gone to his golf practice. I kicked off my heels and held them in my hands and walked off to the kitchen.

I made myself a coffee and went to my room. After changing, I took a sip and closed my eyes, reminiscing my moments, -- my memories, that I have just recently started collecting, which makes me feel at ease and happy.

Yesterday, when Ryan called, despite me trying to keep my voice as straight as possible, he still asked me if I was crying.

His voice was low, but his concern even if that was the manner of humans to ask others if they are alright or not, still made me so happy... but sad also.

And I remembered myself putting my hand on my mouth and biting my knuckles to stop the sobs that threatened to escape my lips once again.