Testing Clara

 

Kelly’s POv

My fingers tapped mindlessly against my knee, but the rest of my body was still, rigid with anticipation. The weight of suspicion pressed down on my chest, making it harder to breathe.  

Clara was late.  

Not by much, just a few minutes, but that was enough to make my nerves spike. I had texted her an hour ago, and she had responded immediately. So why the delay now?  

Susan glanced at me, then at the door. 

“What if she knows?” she murmured.  

I swallowed. “Knows what?”  

“That we’re testing her.”  

A chill ran down my spine. The thought had crossed my mind, but I shook it...