Iris.
Clara let me cry. I sobbed, and she reached across and rubbed my back until I had let it all out.
"I am sorry." Said Clara. "Everything would be okay."
I knew that she was wrong. It was only going to get worse from here on. If there were not a slim chance that I would be able to escape with Andor, I would have begged Clara to blind me right now. But how would I escape from whatever trap Hannah put down when Andor came around?
I did not even know why he was crying. He said he would give me a chance I desperately wanted to escape. I should feel relief. I was confused. And Margery should have never acted that way. I thought we were friends. I might not be an expert, but I was sure that friends listened to each other and did not blame them for things out of their control. My legs suddenly felt weak, and it felt like I had been standing longer than I had.
"Do you want to lie down?" Clara asked.
