Chapter 23

23

Claire's POV

I was reading a book, or rather I was trying to, when my mother walked in.

"I got you a cup of your favorite hot chocolate, bunny." She beamed while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks, mom. Just what I needed right now to go with my book." I forced a smile, praying that it didn't look fake.

It's been two days since I took a voluntary discharge from the hospital and came home. I wasn't supposed to be here, considering that my parents were already worried about me since Zara arrived in my life like a calamity, ruining my marriage.

The last thing I wanted them to do was freak out, after learning that I starved myself for ten days like a stupid person.

However, there's nowhere else I could turn to. No door that would open for me, talk less of arms that would embrace me in and pat my back while I cried to composure.

"I was wondering if you would like to go to an art exhibition with me." Mom said. "You remember my friend, Tilly, her daughter's been given an opportun