‘What happened, Clara? Is everything okay?’ Baz pulled her to his chest, ‘Did you see anything in the paper I gave you? Do you know anybody on the list? Honey? Tell me... my love…,’ he said as he held her face between his hands.
‘I... his name’s Nathaniel,’ she looks away. ‘He’s my uncle, and I remember him. He was nice to us. I’m scared... is my dad on the list too?'
'They don’t know me... Yet I feel the pressure… They’re both good men...' she rattled on.
'I just found you, Baz, and my dad… Don’t make me choose,’ she cried as her knees gave up. Before she hit the floor, he was there to catch her.
He pulled her onto his lap, ‘Shh… shh... It's okay, don't cry. We have no idea what’s happening yet. But I didn’t see your dad’s name on the list.' He looked around and talked a little softer.
