In all the years Clara stayed with the Scott family, she tried her best to fit in.
She tried her best to become someone her parents and brothers would be proud of —someone they wouldn't feel embarrassed to introduce to others.
She tried her best, even when it felt exhausting.
She did everything just so that they would accept her the way they should. But even so—
Nothing she did ever made them feel she was enough.
Growing up in an orphanage hadn't been easy for her when she had always been meant to live the life of an heiress —yet, she didn't blame them.
She tried to understand them, even when it was difficult for her.
She accepted their divided love, even when she knew it should have belonged to her alone.
She accepted Adelyn —even when, as the legitimate daughter, she shouldn't have had to.
All just so that they could see her goodness—
And love her unconditionally.
But nothing she did ever felt enough.
Nothing.
