Desperate measures
Desperate for answers, Clara grabbed Liam’s laptop, hoping to read his messages with Stephanie. “I have to find out what’s going on,” she muttered, hands trembling as she opened it. Phoebe watched quietly, giving a reassuring nod. Clara’s determination hardened as she stared at the screen, ready to uncover the truth hidden within.
Desperate Measures
Locked out
Clara wrestled with the locked laptop, trying password after password without success. “Come on, come on,” she whispered, frustration building. She tried birthdays, anniversaries, even pet names, but nothing worked. “Why is this so hard?” she groaned, slamming the keyboard in exasperation. Phoebe placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t give up, Clara. We’ll figure this out,” she said softly. Clara nodded, though her patience was wearing dangerously thin.
Locked Out
