Caspian

I stumbled out of the station, my feet barely able to hold me up. Everything felt like it was spinning around me.

Clara. Clara. Fucking Clara.

The name rang over and over again in my head like a broken record. My heart hammered against my ribs as I made my way across the parking lot, barely seeing anything. I found Flynn still sitting inside the car, the engine quietly running, waiting patiently for me.

Just as I reached the door, my phone started to ring in my pocket.

I pulled it out with a trembling hand and froze when I saw the caller ID.

Clara.

Talk about the devil....