The Parcel

Clara hadn't cried herself to sleep like she thought she would, but had spent a good part of the night in the room she had converted to a study seated behind the desk, her laptop open before her, the screen displaying the document she had finally garnered the courage to type.

Because if she needed any other cue to save herself after the humiliation she had been put through, then she might as well return to Dane and beg him to take her back.

Since she was in the same path of foolishness anyway.

It wasn't as though she was finally taking full control of her life; she didn't have a concrete plan at the moment, but what was pretty clear was the fact that she had to cut both professional and personal or rather, sexual ties with Andre because none of them was working out with him anymore.

She had spent the night replaying possible scenarios. For instance, where she would live hereon because she would have to vacate the company house and return the car she had been given. It was funny how ev