"A perfect breakthrough?"
I raised my eyebrow as I heard the unfamiliar term.
And the instant hit of curiosity was strong enough to, kind of, knock me out of my trance.
The shock on Claire's face proved that, at least to some degree, she understood the implication of what just happened.
'Maybe that's what this perfect breakthrough is about?' I thought, rationally connecting her words to the emotional state she was in.
But as seconds passed, Claire's face only sank into greater and greater shock.
It was a weird show of her face slowly draining out of all its colors.
Whatever she herself understood about it, I've also just proved my theory. And from the weight of presence exploding all over the room, I could see I was right.
"A perfect breakthrough," Claire sighed and slowly raised her strangely tired eyes. She then bit down on her bottom lip as she looked up at me.
