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CLARA

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Clive was on his two feet. I had mixed feelings, joy for him coming back to us, and some anger for what his condition had taken us through. Tears welled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks.

"You bastard," I sobbed and pounded on his chest. "How could you? How could you leave me like that? Clive how could you?"

"Claret stop," he said and tried to grab my wrists.

"No. You left me. All alone for over two weeks. How could you?" I sobbed.

Clive didn't say anything but picked me up. As much as I struggled to get out of his arms, I didn't want to be out of the arms that I hadn't been in for over two weeks. Anger, sadness, and happiness confused my brain and I didn't know how to feel. Happy that Clive was awake and well. Sad that he left me. Or anger about him leaving me.