Hospital room.
Clara had just taken a deep breath and pulled herself together when Frederick showed up with discharge papers in hand.
"Clara, everything's done. Let's get going."
Once they were in the car, he glanced at her and asked, "You're not going back to Bennett Residence ?"
"Nope. Just drop me off at the shop, thanks."
From the way she said it, he could tell she planned on staying there.
"You're kidding, right? You're not even fully recovered yet, and living at the shop? That's not gonna work," he said, frowning. "Look, I've got an apartment near our company. It's empty but cleaned regularly. You can stay there for now."
Clara hesitated before shaking her head. "No, I'll find somewhere else tomorrow. I've already imposed on you enough."
"It's no trouble, re
