n the journal w

me somber as he re

anses – threw a party. Reluctantly. Veronica

" Ethan whispered, more

refilling it. Then... nothing. I woke up in a

orrified and disbeli

He said, 'How could you, Clara?' He didn't listen. He just wal

rtainty of her betrayal. He had been so sure

me," Clara wrote.

horrible! She was clearly unwell, making up suc

continued,

'Happy birthday, sis. Ethan was always mine. You were just a

rain from his face. Gr

e ballroom flick

arby table suddenly cracked,

David's earpiece: "What the hell is g

a compulsion, stronger than his professional