Just then her bedroom door opened. It was Clarissa, her supposed mom.

"Clara Darling, how are you doing?"

For Clarissa to call Clara darling is suspicious on its own.

Clara wasn't doing okay at all. She was literally terrified. But she tried all she humanely could to act normal so she wouldn't expose the fact that she knew of her plans letting them know she caught on could make everything get ugly quickly and fast. So she maintained her composure.

"Am fine mom, do you want anything from me?"

"Just want to send you on a small errand dear."

"Okay, mum. Where?

"Just go down by the grocery store to...