Clara had been trying to keep her life as clean and quiet as possible for weeks. No more fights, no more impulsive decisions, no more doing things that made her look like the unstable, selfish woman everyone claimed she was. She woke up early, ate breakfast wit her kids and even tried to learn but ended up destroying a few pans and leaving her workera completely shocked when she walked into her kitchen and told them to teach her how to make a simple breakfast.
Shs was trying her best to stay present for the kids. She even forced herself to journal the way her therapist had suggested, even though half the time she ended up staring at an empty page, unable to write anything real. she had decided to seek therapy hoping it would someone help her in a way, CJ had suggested it.
Change wasn't easy, but she was trying. Because she knew she had run out of chances.
CJ's warning still rang in her head every night before she slept:
