Clara smiled nervously, her hands tightening. "You look well."
"Clara, I told you not to come here."
"I know," she said quickly, stepping a little closer. "But I had to see you. You won't answer my calls, and you had me blocked for weeks. I had no other choice."
Lucian looked at her with quiet restraint. "There is always a choice. And I made mine."
"Please," she said, her voice cracking just slightly. "Just a few minutes. I'm not here to fight."
Lucian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked down the hallway, then back at her. "Fine. Five minutes. Inside."
He pushed open his office door and walked in. Clara followed, her eyes scanning the room as if hoping to find something, anything, that reminded her of the man she used to know.
LUCIAN'S OFFICE
Lucian set the folder on hi
