Clara made her way upstairs, relieved to see the room was already spotless. She turned to Justin with a nod. "Alright, I'm heading out. If anything comes up, just reach out to Cole or me."
Justin opened his mouth as if to say something about calling her directly but thought better of it.
Back in her car, Clara massaged her temples. She'd been running non-stop lately without a break, and her headache was only getting worse. But she couldn't skip seeing Ryan.
When she got to where Ryan was staying, the people outside perked up at her arrival. "Ms. Clara, thank goodness you're here."
She glanced toward the room. "What's up with him?"
The caretaker looked awkward, scratching his head. "About an hour ago, he was begging to see you, and then he just went silent, crying in his room. He wouldn’t even eat when we brought him food."
Clara sighed deeply. She'd picked this place for Ryan because it was peaceful and nice.
She knocked on the door and walked in, finding him curled up on the bed. Ryan's messy hair stuck out from under the blanket.
Clara felt a wave of frustration as she pulled the covers off him, revealing his tear-swollen eyes. "Are you putting on some kind of sad show?"
Ryan flinched at her voice, curling up tighter.
Clara sat on the bed's edge. "You wanted me here, right? So, what's going on?"
Ryan gripped the blanket, his voice rough. "It's too late. I know what you're planning."
Clara frowned, pulling the blanket away again. "Ryan, the company is demanding, and I'm busy. If you're just trying to get attention, I'm leaving."
As she stood to go, Ryan scrambled off the bed in a panic. "Clara!"
His voice was filled with fear.
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