Nathan was all but worried by Clare’s texts. He had grown fond of the girl, she was almost like another sister for him. So when those drunks texts came running through it was a near fear that she was a bit too far gone and might do something stupid. When he got the okay to go to her place, he nearly ran to his car to get to her. Worry etched on his face once he got to her place and opened the door. “Clare!” He called out, kicking his shoes at the door. He walked in and closed the door, and locked it. “Clare, it’s Nathan.”
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