On the other side of town, far from the media frenzy and the Weasley family, Clara stood by the window of the villa where she was confined.
"Sean must still be busy with his new wife. He must be busy with his wedding."
And that day felt different.
Security was laxer. The guards were busy discussing the news of Sean's wedding. Moana's name. The scandal. No one was really paying attention to Clara.
And that was her opening.
The villa's back door suddenly swung open slowly. A man stood there, his face tense. He approached the window of the room where Clara was confined.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Clara," he whispered. "It's me. Leo."
Clara froze.
"Leo?" her voice trembled. "What—what are you doing here?"
Clara couldn't open the window for Leo, but Leo managed to open it quickly. He had brought along the necessary tools and supplies before coming to see Clara.
