Just when I was overtaken by nerves, a crisp chime of the doorbell made my heart leap into my throat.
I instinctively glanced at the time on my phone - it was already past nine in the evening. It had to be a stranger!
I quickly got up and hurried downstairs. Anyone coming at this time certainly had some urgent business.
As I rushed downstairs, Hannah had already gone to open the door. My eyes were glued to the entrance, curious to see who it might be.
Soon, Hannah brought in a slender woman, and I cried out in surprise, "Clara!"
Clara stood there, her face pale and unsmiling. She looked like she had a lot to say but seemed hesitant to speak.
I hadn’t seen her in only a few days, but she seemed thinner and her skin had lost its glow.
I walked over to her, extending my hand. "What brought you here?"
As soon as I said it, I realized my blunder. She instinctively stepped back, pulling her hand away before I could touch it.
My hand froze mid-air, and she glanced at me, her lips twitching. "I'm dirty."
Her soft-spoken words struck me like a bolt of lightning. I was stunned, of course, I knew what she meant.
Clara continued to gaze at me, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips, "Mrs. Dawson, I have something important to say. I'll leave as soon as I'm done."
Her tone suddenly turned cold. She was smart enough to guess what I was thinking.
I stepped forward again, grabbing her hand and pulling her with me, "Come with me!"
She struggled lightly, but I held on firmly, leading her to the couch and making her sit next to me.
I looked at her, my voice trembling as I asked, "Is it true that you..."
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