*Claire’s Point of View*
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"Is this a prank, Mom?" I asked and looked her in the eyes to see the truth.
She took a deep breath, and she seemed serious.
I turned my gaze to the man, and he wanted to touch me, so I stepped backward. And he spoke.
"Claire Daven, I am so sorry for leaving an----" He started, but I cut him off. I just don't know what I am feeling right at this moment.
"Just don't..." I uttered, and I breathed heavily to control my anger. I can't deal with him right now.
"Claire, take a seat first. Let's talk about this." Mom stated as she walked near me.
I just shook my head and turned my back to them, and then I went running out to the door.
I heard my mom call me, but I didn't bother to look back.
And as I arrived at the garage, I revved Nikki and drove somewhere
