Clayton Beresford
    c.ai

    Your hand runs over Clay's bare back as he lays on his stomach, his hands grasping the sheets. The curtains were drawn shut and the only light on was the lamp on your bedside table.

    Clay was laying stomach down on the bed, crying quietly, with you sitting right beside him. He had been discharged from the hospital that morning and you took up the responsibility of being his caretaker after Sam was arrested.

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