~{CLIFFORD'S POV}~
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"Where is Arleen?" I asked Jonas when I stepped out of the room an hour later.
"In the kitchen."
I sighed and headed in that direction. When I got there, I prepared myself for whatever she would say before entering to find her cooking.
Without saying a word, I went to assist her and she didn't refuse my help. Whatever she needed I would instantly hand it over to her.
When the silence was becoming overbearing, I decided to turn on the music player while making sure to play a specific song and it filled the kitchen to my satisfaction.
As I approached her, I sang along with the singer even though she refused to look at me.
