Somehow, the blue sky and freshly cut grass couldn’t pull me from the storms inside my soul. Claire stood next to my Audi, her backside leaning against the front fender. Her arms were crossed, her eyes shielded behind enormous sunglasses with round white frames to match her platinum-white hair and skinny jeans. Her stiletto thigh-high boots were peep-toe and black, like her shirt. They were the only pieces besides her bright orange nail polish that broke up the glaring glow of the rest of her ensemble. She lowered her chin and looked at me over her glasses, pushing them down for dramatic emphasis. “You look like hell. That’s okay. Talking to Nina sometimes makes me feel that way, too.” I made a face, trying not to smile, while fishing my keys from my pocket. “You should have your keys ready. What if something attacked you while you were walking to your car?” “Then I would fight back.” “Keys make a great weapon.” I sighed. “Does it ever stop being a lesson?” She looked offended.
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