Clara now stood before the door of Derek's room, not sure wether to knock or not. But something was for sure, she felt a uneasy and the feeling was raw at the pit of her stomach, making her worried about what might possibly be wrong with Derek.
She tried to think of what might possibly be wrong with him but her mind was just as blank as a plain sheet, she couldn't think of anything at all.
But instead of standing outside his door trying to think,it would be better if she just enters his bedroom and see for herself. Yes, that was the only logical thing to do at the moment.
With a deep residing breath, she raised her hands and was ready to knock when something flashed in her mind and she halted immediately. Her hand was left hanging up as she thought deeply.
Why should she be here? After all, Derek George was none of her business. Whatever that was wrong with him had nothing to do with her.
