CLARA

I sat there on Roberto's bed, unable to comprehend all that happened. I looked up at him, he had his back on the door.

"Clara".

I shook my head. He didn't have the right to call my name. How could he? I believed in him. I trusted him. And for weeks I had been beating myself up in guilt about lying to him yet he had a bigger skeleton in his own cupboard.

"Clara". I shook my head, scooting away from him when he came to sit beside me.

"Baby".

"Don't touch me".

"Baby look I'm sorry".

" For what? For abducting my father, tying him with silver chains,...