Fighting Fire #4: Afterglow

Claire just can't seem to get the balance right. As one thing comes together, several more seem to fall apart. 

SNEAK PEEK!

“I can't wait to get home!” Cara grinned as we finally stepped off the plane after the long flight home. 

“Me either, I want to sleep in my own bed and I plan on spending the weekend in my pajamas and I’m determined not to leave the house.”

“Ditto babe, but I'll need some alone time with my man added to the mix. That one night in Barcelona was so not enough.”

“I still can't believe they came all that way for one night.” I laughed. 

“But what a night it was?” 

“Oh boy.” I agreed with my own silly grin as we passed through customs. 

“Ms. Reynolds?” 

“Yes?” I frowned, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. 

“Ms. Claire Reynolds?” He asked again. 

“Yes.” I sighed, fairly certain I was about to be arrested. 

“Come with me please.”

“Claire? What's happening?” Cara asked 

“Call Drew.” I hissed, following the security guards to a secluded area. 

“Claire!” Cara called frantically when she tried to follow and the officers stopped her. 

“It's okay Cara, just call Drew, please,” I said as calmly as I could manage. 

I couldn't believe the old man was actually going through with it. How could he hate me this much? I felt the tears pricking the backs of my eyes as the police offers started reading me my rights. I couldn't process what they were saying. I heard words like, arrest, embezzlement, remain silent and attorney as I was handcuffed and escorted from the airport...