Chapter 117

There was no sound from the bathroom for a good while. Then Claire finally spoke again, voice a bit anxious. "Still nothing? Even if it's thick, I don't mind..." It was early summer, sure—but nights could still get chilly, especially up in the mountains where the old Cooper estate sat. You'd probably still need a blanket. Honestly, anything was better than the two pathetic pieces of towel she was using. Nelson didn't say anything either. After a few seconds, he replied flatly, "I've checked every spot I could. Maybe just wear one of your old outfits and look for it yourself." He acted like he was about to leave. "Wait!" Claire called out quickly, spotting the shadow getting ready to move through the frosted glass. "Just give me one of your shirts…" The bathroom door creaked open just a sliver, and a pale arm reached out. Only issue? Near her shoulder, an old scar broke that smooth, porcelain skin. It wasn't deep, but on someone so fair, it stood out—like a crack running through jade. U