~{INGRID'S POV}~
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I hurried outside in rage and the more I walked, the more I heard Clarice calling after me but I refused to look back.
How could Flare do that to me?
The only reasonable explanation I could come up with was that Flare must've slept with Clarice to bring forth someone exactly like him.
But at the same time it felt tricky.
The man Flare pointed out to me as his father had red hair like Clarice, so how could they tell me Flare was their son when he had white hair!
WHITE!!!!
Did Clarice think I'm that stupid?
Suddenly, she grabbed me and made me face her.
"INGRID GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF!" She snapped at me and I forcefully pulled my hand from her grip.
"None of this seems to add up, Clarice. How do you have Flare in your care and why doesn't he recognize me? Did you do something to him? How did you even bring him back to life when I saw him vanish!" I demanded.
