Clara sat at her desk, staring at the files in front of her but seeing absolutely nothing. Her mind refused to cooperate as her thoughts kept drifted back to Joan; brilliant, beautiful, and polished Joan who looked like she belonged perfectly in Ethan's world. The image unsettled her more than she wanted to admit, and she was extremely intimidated by Joan's background. She came from old money, just like Ethan, and was equally hardworking. The two also shared a passion for architecture, which unsettled her even more. What if Ethan liked her? did the two have history? Did she like Ethan?
But none of that compared to the ache she felt from missing her son.
Clara kept thinking about Axiel, wondering if he had eaten, if he was anxious, or if he was thinking about last night. She had promised him she would come home soon, and despite having a lot to do, she wanted to keep her promise.
