Claire fiddled with the cuffs of her sleeves, nervously, as they approached the building that contained her husband.
After trying to give Alark directions to her home, she had learned that Nathan was currently in a cell, worsening her anxiety.
Her stomach moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet space and reminding her that it had not been properly fed in a long time.
Claire shuffled in her seat, a little embarrassed and winced at the stiffness of her dress. After spending the night in it, the pretty dress had become wrinkled and felt stiff and unflattering on her, making her regret not changing into something else before stepping out.
"Your heartbeat is worryingly fast," commented Alark with his eyes on the road. "Would you like a bottle of water or something?"
"Uh... No. I-,
