Warning: mature content and explicit language
Claire POV
I looked at the shopping bags through blurry eyes. It didn't feel right to wear those clothes. I felt guilty, like I was trading Hannah's life for material things. I got off the floor and looked around me. I didn't notice that Victor's clothes made their way to my closet. I picked one of his shirt and inhaled his scent. I stripped out of my clothes, leaving only my panties, then I put on the shirt with pajamas shirts. It was a plain grey T-shirt, large enough to hide my curves. I wasn't exactly in the mood to try to look sexy. I dragged my feet back to the bed where Victor was already layed down.
He took one look at my tear streaken face and sat up like he was about to pounce at whatever threat that made me cry.
"What's wrong?" H
