Clara put her phone down and sighed. She was sure that being in this room was not helping, and regretted her decision to have her own quarters. Evelyn’s room always had the smell of makeup, perfumes, paint, and of late sex. Evelyn’s sexual appetites were back with a vengeance after Marc’s return, two days after they opted to conduct both operations on the same day.
Clara could not complain about the intimacy, it helped her take her mind off on keeping Julia where she was. That choice would haunt her for years, but she understood there were times that one had to look beyond the immediate. I just hate being the one to make the call.
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