Chapter 4 — Hannah’s Perspective

Clara

Clara sat cross-legged on her worn gray sofa, her phone resting like a ticking bomb on the coffee table in front of her. The sunlight streaming through her apartment window painted the room in soft amber hues, catching motes of dust as they drifted lazily through the air. Her gaze lingered on her vintage camera perched on the shelf above her desk. It seemed to glint in the soft light, an unspoken challenge. She tightened her grip on the pillow in her lap, her mind replaying last night’s conversation with Lucas, every word etched into her thoughts.