I staggered away from the hospital where Ryan worked. Of course, I was still thinking about the words of the man who I knew was quite close to Clara. Remembering Clara's words about her and the psychiatrist made my chest throb with pain. That man knew exactly where that wayward girl was, while I, her husband, knew nothing.
Was I being jealous now? Is this how jealousy and pain mix together?
The speed of my vehicle brought me to Jenna's house on time. There was no one else I could ask for information about Clara if not Jenna. She's like a sister to Clara, which I interpreted to mean that Clara was in love with Jenna. However, it turned out that I had misinterpreted.
The girl seemed to be obsessed and possessive of Jenna, plus the man she liked was now her best friend's husband.
I repeatedly rang the doorbell of the stately home, until a tall, lanky woman opened the door and looked at me with a questioning look.
