* Claire's POV *
All through the night, I couldn’t sleep. William’s text kept bothering me, and I kept going back to it continuously to try and figure out what exactly it meant. I had sent him a reply shortly afterwards, asking him what exactly it meant. I imagined that it had something to do with work, but I couldn’t be sure.
He never replied.
And if that wasn’t a sign that he was pissed, then I didn’t know what it was.
At a point when I was pacing about the living room and wondering whether it would be right to call him, I began to wonder if it would even be reasonable to go into work tomorrow. I was deathly afraid of what could happen if I showed up and he was still pissed off. I didn’t know what the right thing to do was, and I ended up deciding that if I went into work and he w
