Cassandra
“I don't think it's necessary to bring that along,” Clara, one of Zane's employees, pointed at the old teddy bear Lori was clutching, “new, and better toys will be provided.”
I shook my head immediately, “a lot of things here hold memories for my kids and I. We'll be moving them with us. That's why we're here.”
Clara adjusted her glasses, and gave a little nod, even if she wasn't pleased. “Of course. I'll go make sure the men got everything covered. Excuse me.”
She turned out of the tiny nursery in a click-clack of heels. As I watched her turn the corner, I realized just how at odds she was with this place, this life. She looked prim, proper and expensive, not even a single hair out of place. Just like Zane, and everyone else in his bubble of privilege and luxury.
She wasn't
