#Chapter45
She's upstairs, and her footsteps travel across the floor. Theodore looks to me as if saying 'here's what you asked for.' My eyes harden on him. /"She's coming down?/"
/"You wanted to talk,/" he says, knowing of my growing regrets. /"Come down,/" he yells again.
/"I am, I am. Who's here?/" Her voice is louder, she's closer, and my hands are becoming numb. As if she is trying to scare me, she appears around a corner like a sudden flash of light in a room of darkness. I flinch and grab my chest, my heart frantic. My eyes focus on her, and she's frozen. She looks as if she's seen a ghost. /"What—why?/" She breathes out. /"What are you.../"
Her eyes turn to Theodore for clarity, but he shrugs and backs away.
/"I-I—I wanted to talk with you,/" I say shaking, trying to retake control.
Claire takes a step back. /"Why?/" She questions harshly, already putting up her guard.
/"I just—/"
/"If this is about James, you can leave./"