Chapter 7
Astorre let her hand go the moment they made it up the front step of the huge manor house.
The door opened and her friend rushed to her like she’d actually been missed.
Clara hugged her best friend and the closest person she had to family though they weren’t blood, and hadn't been raised together.
Astorre massaged her back and then went to greet his friend, Stephano.
Rossie had been the only person who actually cared about her for a while now.
So yeah, Clara should have called, or listened to the twenty-six voicemails. But at the time, she’d thought the one person who knew her best would remind her that life had to return to normal. That Clara would have to go home to Miami.
She owed her best friend an apology.
Rossie walked with her, arm-in-arm, as the men followed them
