Shortly after Jack left, Clara went around and secured the house. The locks were too worn to be effective, so she got creative to ensure the doors remained shut…
Not five minutes after the house was secured did someone show up. They were wearing his Sunday best, looking to cash in on his penance for kneeling before God… Wait… I remember him as a kid… He came knocking at our door to see mama when she was sick…
Clara ignored the knocking and even slipped behind a wall to avoid being seen by the man as he circled the house looking for a way in. The idea that she was basically always open for business made her skin crawl… How desperate am I?
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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