Even now, Claire was filled with unanswered questions.
But the most urgent matter was getting herself and Adam upstairs to the shower to wash up and change clothes.
Adam's face was smeared with mud and sweat, and his clothes were torn by branches, he looked like a tiny beggar. After being kidnapped last night, terrified and shaken, he desperately needed rest.
She was in even worse shape, hair a tangled mess, clothes more ragged than Adam's, and her shoes were ripped open, several toes poking out. She needed to clean up just as badly.
"Oh my, Claire, Adam, did you two escape from a famine? How did you end up looking like this?" They had barely stepped inside before running into Emma . Dressed to the nines, she looked them up and down with obvious mockery.
Claire lifted her cold, sharp gaze, meeting Emma's eyes directly.
For some reason, Emma instantly felt guilty and looked away.
