The First Meeting
As soon as she stepped out into the parking lot, Tara spotted Clara leaning against her car. She waved and approached them. Luke seemed stiffer than usual as he slid out of the driver’s seat. His greeting to Clara seemed awkward, lacking the usual warmth and ease Tara had come to expect.
There was an uncharacteristic tension in his posture, a subtle unease that Tara couldn’t ignore, setting off a faint alarm in the back of her mind. Something about him just seemed weird.