She finally found Clara running laps around the golf course and since the girl looked tired, she must have been doing it for a long time.

"What the . . . Shane said he wasn't letting you out until ten! I wanted --"

"It's eleven," Shamira interrupted.

Clara looked down at the watch that she just realized that she wasn't wearing. "I wanted to get cleaned up and be there and make sure you had at least one friendly face when you got out."

"There wasn't anything friendly about any of this," Shamira replied, looking away. 'Just say what you have to say,' she told herself. "I heard about you...