[CAMI]
Claire blinks at me. Her lips are pale and split, her hair matted with sweat. My gaze drops to the dark stain soaking the centre of the bandage at her hip, and the other smaller bandages strapped haphazardly around her arms, the angry scratches carving lines across her skin.
“I’m fine,” she says, leaning forward, her hand moving over my arm to reassure me. I exhale, but that doesn’t keep the tears from pooling in my eyes. f**k. She survived this.
She starts explaining before I can ask. “I—” her voice cracks at the very start, and I notice her hands are shaking. “I took him to one of Vance’s stash houses. Only a few people know about it. He had guns there and cash. Some important papers, too, I guess. None of it was on record, so of course I understood it was pretty f*****g impor
