Claire stood in front of the old cottage, hiding behind the hood of her cloak.
The sunlight that penetrated through the gaps in the forest leaves did not provide the slightest warmth to her skin.
Her legs trembled, not because of the cold, but because of the horrid experience that still haunted her mind.
Ethan knocked on the door, his voice faint, as if he's still far away. Claire just lowered her head deeper, hiding her face.
Sharon opened the door, surprised when she saw them standing there.
"Eh?" Sharon glanced at Claire, her expression confused but also anxious.
Claire looked so pale, not only physically, but also in her increasingly fragile heart.
"What happened? Claire—"
Ethan stepped in first, as if to interrupt Sharon's question.
"It's a long story. You might be surprised if I explain it."