Trading Secrets

Still Bethany’s POV

We took a while at the morgue because Ciara wanted to know every damn thing that happened to her mom. By the time we got back home, we were all too tired to do anything else. We’ve been out all day and it’s been one hell of a day. I excused myself immediately and went up to my room to take a long nap. My head is whirling with different thoughts and questions that need answers. A part of me wants to go over to Clara’s room and ask her what she is up to, but I am scared for my dear life. I don’t want her to think that I am stalking her, I don’t want her to see me as a threat, I don’t know how she thinks these days, we can’t even tell what her problems are. She could think that I want to sabotage her plans, she could come after me if she perceives me as a threat and I won’t be able to defend myself because she is way stronger than I am, she could kill me easily.