“It’s good to see you, Clara,” Ashleigh smiled, helping to stand Clara upright.
“You’re back!” Clara shouted, jumping at Ashleigh with a tight squeeze. “I was so worried about you!”
Ashleigh laughed and hugged the excitable girl back.
“When I heard you were hurt in Spring, I was so scared. I thought you were infected or dying, or I don’t know, maybe growing a third arm. A lot of weird stuff has been popping up the past few months.”
“Clara,” Ashleigh called, grabbing her shoulders. “I’m fine, are you?”
Clara smiled.
“Me? Oh ya, I’m great,” she said. “Actually, I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but Nessa and I are doing good… really, good.”
Clara waggled her brows and emphasized the word ‘really’ in her sentence.
“So, I’m pretty good.”
She nodded happily to herself, then suddenly her expression fell, and her eyes widened.
