It was late, but the road was still buzzing with traffic.
Claire had her window rolled down. The night breeze poured in, cool and fresh, carrying a faint scent of flowers from who-knows-where. The street lights flanked both sides of the road, stretching endlessly ahead like a glowing ribbon.
She hadn’t lied to Julian—she really was heading to her grandmother’s place.
Initially, it was supposed to be Olivia handling the video on her behalf, but after thinking it through, Claire decided to do it herself.
Maybe… this was the final battle.
She could tell Lucas was worn out too.
Hopefully, when this was all over and she came back, he’d finally figured things out, and they could truly put an end to everything.
To avoid Fiona and her whole clan pulling something crazy, Clai
