Clara had turned to Lillian, happy. Eager to catch her friend’s eye. It had been a small compliment. A tiny triumph. She’d wanted to share it with the only other person who’d understand. And she had. But. But. In that instant before the smile appeared on Lillian’s face Clara had caught something else. A wariness. And then the supportive, happy smile. So fast Clara almost convinced herself her own insecurity had seen something not really there. That once again, it was her fault. But looking back, Clara knew that the fissure had widened. Some cracks let the light in. Some let the darkness out.
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