Hera let go when Clara attempted to pull away. The awkwardness returned the moment they made eye contact. Hera noticed how Clara's eyes were wet with tears. Her hand reached out to wipe the dampness pooling around her cheekbones, but Clara moved her face away. Biting her lip, Hera swallowed the bitterness coating over her tongue.
Hera moved back, leaning her hip against the table, her hands clutched the edges for support. Shooting a nervous smile at the girl who mirrored the anxious look on her face, Hera stared at the photograph. Her eyes scanned every inch of Nathan's face, noticing the light in his brown eyes and his grin was so contagious.
