Chapter 31 - Drop Him

Claire

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"My parents died in a car accident, there had been a storm and they had left me behind with grandma. I was six, so I remember some of the stuff. It stayed with me," I explained to Ethan, feeling his comforting touch as he ran his fingers through my hair.

The memories from that time were still etched in my mind, haunting me.

We were again in my studio. He had a fondness for this space. He loved my art, the way my face glowed whenever I painted—his words not mine. He often described my connection with colors as something truly special.

"The storm that night was relentless, I mean, the rain was just...pouring down, no end in sight. My parents had headed out, leaving me with my grandma. I was just a kid, about six years old at the time, so I remember bits and pieces."

I looked up at him, he had placed my head on his lap, and his fingers in my hair.

"But then came that call, you know? It was my uncle on the line, and I could tell from his voice that something was ter