Chapter 37

Clementine

I walked back into the kitchen, freshly showered and ready to head to work. All I needed was to make a quick sandwich, and I could go to a place where I could be distracted from my downward-spiralling thoughts.

“He’s gone,” Dad said as I nervously looked out the kitchen window at the backyard. My heart sank a little.

“Good,” I said crossly.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You can talk to me, Clem.”

I smiled and nodded, “I know.” I proceeded to pull out the ingredients for a sandwich.

“I’m sorry you’re hurt, Clemmy,” Dad continued.

I stopped buttering the bread for half a moment before I started swiping my knife across the bread again, encasing my emotions. “I’m fine,” I repeated, wishing he would drop the subject.

“For what it’s worth, I think Liam genuinely cares about you.”

I bristled. “If that’s true, he has a really shit way of showing it.”

“Well, he was here in our back yard for the night of the full moon and every night after, waiting for your return. He did