Bobby Munson knew that there was a lot to be done before his niece could come to Charming. It was going to be difficult for Clara to start her life over again.

He knew Clara would need a lot of help, even though she was far too stubborn to ever admit it to him.

The life she had known and had become accustomed to had basically come to an end.

Now it was as though she was lost drowning in a river of failure and regrets. She was reaching out grasping for anything to stop her from sinking even farther down. Bobby knew he needed to be the one to throw her a lifesaver in a sense of the word.

There were several things Clara needed to do to get her life back on track. She would need to sort out her mess of a financial situation. She would need a place to live. She would need a job. And most important of all Clara would need the support of family and friends.

Bobby knew it was his job as the only father figure she'd ever really known to help her in every way he possibly could.

The first thing he needed to do was talk to Gemma. No one came around TM Auto or the Sons unless Gemma approved. It was her rightful place as the Queen of Samcro to judge who and who couldn't be trusted in their world.

Bobby knew that Clara's estranged father Oak was her biggest obstacle in being trusted by Gemma.

Clay had been the driving force in getting Oak excommunicated from the sons. Oak was a junkie and a thief. Clay knew that he wasn't to be trusted. After all never trust a junkie.

The shit had finally hit the fan completely when the Sons had found out that Oak was pulling off sloppy robberies in Lodi and just about every county in San Joaquin including Charming.

He had to fund his habit somehow and Tammy Munson wasn't going to allow him to take anything from her anymore. She'd kicked Oak out after he'd pawned off their brand new television when he'd decided to go on a binge.

Oak's habit of stealing from the wrong people would eventually catch up to the Sons and Clay knew it.

So Oak had been stripped of his patch. His ink had been blacked out and Oak had been ordered to get out of Charming or else.

So understandingly a child of Oak was going to be hard one to sell to Gemma.

Bobby knew that his relation to Clara helped her at least. Her being his niece gave her an advantage that Gemma would take notice of.

Of course Clara had been raised here in Charming. She had been to the clubhouse and the garage as a child, though it hadn't been often. Tammy had done all she could to keep Clara away from the club.

Still though Clara was a Charming native. She was no stranger to SAMCRO given her raising.

Clara knew what the club really was. She was smart enough to know that the true nature of SAMCRO had to be kept a secret from the outside world.

It wasn't as though she was a complete outsider. After Tammy had moved Clara to Vegas the girl had managed to spend a few summers in Charming with her Uncle Bobby up at TM Auto.

Clara had even come to visit soon after she'd become engaged to Mitch Daniels. She'd felt that it was important that Mitch meet her dear Uncle Bobby; though the visit had been horrible.

He knew though that Gemma would take in to count the fact that it had been years since Clara had been in Charming. Time could change people.

This was what Bobby kept on reminding himself as he knocked on the door to the office at TM Auto.

Gemma glanced up at him a frown appearing on her face as she noticed the look of exasperation on Bobby's face.

She spoke up as he sat down on the sofa that was positioned by her desk. "What's wrong honey? Is Precious giving you shit bout child support again?"

"No it's nothing like that...at least this time." Bobby replied knowing that Gemma's assumption wasn't a surprising one.

It seemed more often than not Precious was calling him on his cell screaming at him about child support or just wanting money for some medical condition that Tiki allegedly had come down with. So far Bobby's son had suffered from everything from asthma to mild scoliosis. Bobby knew that most of these medical diagnosis's weren't real. Precious was and had always been money hungry.

"To be honest it's about my niece Clara." Bobby admitted deciding to just be blunt with it.

"Clara...is she the one with the crook ex fiancée or am I thinking about one of Tig's girls again?" Gemma asked taking off her black framed reading glasses. She placed the glasses on the desk in front of her before she crossed her arms over her chest.

Bobby let out a huff as he spoke. "Yeah her ex is a real piece of work. He ripped her and just about everyone in his path off before running off. He ruined Clara's life."

Gemma nodded her head knowing that Bobby wasn't just being dramatic. When the man had gotten news about just what Mitch Daniels had done, he'd been pissed. It had taken a lot of work to convince him that tracking Mitch down and shooting him wasn't a good solution to his niece's problems.

"What about her? I haven't seen her in years." Gemma asked her eyes narrowing as she began to become suspicious as to why Bobby was bringing up his troubled niece.

Bobby took a deep breath sensing Gemma's misgivings. "She's a mess Gemma. Everything has gone to shit for her. You know Clara means the world to me. She wants to come to Charming to straighten herself out. She may stay in Charming or she may not. She's not sure yet."

"She anything like that father of hers?" Gemma asked lowering her arms down onto the desk as she steepled her fingers together.

Bobby let out a huff trying not to show any offense to the suggestion that Clara was anything like Oak. "No. She's a good girl. She doesn't take after that prick. She's got a good head on her shoulders. She's just made a mistake."

Gemma raised an eyebrow as she flattened her hands on the desk. "A mistake that brought the law to her front door."

"That shit won't happen again. It wasn't anything she did. It was all that bastard. The cops didn't find shit on her because she didn't do anything." Bobby objected his teeth clenched.

"Alright alright. I'm just saying Bobby we don't need anyone around here that's going to stir up shit." Gemma explained knowing that she had hit a nerve. She wasn't going to allow some little twit to show up and screw anything up.

Bobby took a deep breath calming his rage as he spoke up. "I know and it's not going to happen. Clara isn't naive about this world Gemma. Like I said she's a smart girl. She would never do anything to jeopardize me. Clara's just looking for a fresh start. She needs to get the hell out of Las Vegas."

"Well where's she going to live with you?" Gemma asked not hiding her intrusive nature. She knew that Bobby was accustomed to this side of her and never put up any fuss about it.

"Well yeah I guess so...why do you ask?" Bobby replied raising an eyebrow as to what the big deal was about having his niece living in his house.

Gemma scoffed as she pointed out what should be obvious to Bobby. "She's a grown woman. She isn't goin to want to live in a spare bedroom in her Uncle's house. Plus how do you think she's going to react when you get drunk enough to bring a croweater back to your place."

Bobby frowned as he realized that Gemma had a good point. No girl Clara's age wanted to live with her uncle no matter how much she loved him. And shit could get awkward fast if Clara ran into one of her uncle's hook ups. "Good point."

"That new apartment complex Chibs just moved into has a bunch of empty apartments in it still. You need to talk to him about getting her a place there. She'll be close to TM Auto and we know she'll be in good hands with Chibs as a neighbor." Gemma explained deciding to shove her suspicious down for now and focus on being the helpful Momma Gemma.

Bobby nodded his head realizing that Gemma was right about this as well. Bobby did want Clara somewhere safe. What could be safer than being a neighbor of a Son.

"What about work. Does she have a job right now?" Gemma asked realizing that Bobby hadn't put much thought into what Clara was going to do once she arrived in Charming.

"This last job she had was at some nightclub on the strip. She was dancing in one of those damn cages...just dancing. She started doing it because it paid well. She's a smart girl like I said. She had her own business making jewelry. She's got a good mind for business." Bobby explained cringing when he remembered just what his niece had been doing to make ends meet.

It wasn't stripping. Clara wasn't desperate enough yet to turn to that not yet anyway, which Bobby was grateful for. He didn't want any perverts eyeballing his sweet little niece.

Her job was innocent really, but that still didn't mean that he liked it very much. She'd put on a swimsuit, or some costume, or some shiny sequined mini dress and dance in some cage at some swinging sixties theme club in the middle of the strip. She made good money but she hated it.

Gemma nodded her head her defenses going up upon hearing about this cage dancing thing. The last thing she needed was another airhead croweater running around here.

She kept this thought to herself knowing that it would really set Bobby off if he heard it. "So she understands office management...how to manage a payroll and all that."

"Yes she ran a good business with that jewelry thing she was doing. She was going to school to get a degree in business before she met that jackass." Bobby explained the distaste in his voice obvious as he mentioned Clara's ex.

"Good she can work in here with me. It can be a full time gig if she wants it. I could use a break from this place every once in a while. Or she can just work here until she finds something else. It's all up to her." Gemma offered deciding that she wanted this girl somewhere close where she could make sure she kept out of trouble and didn't cause any of her own.

Bobby nodded his head relieved to know that his niece would have a life to come home to. "Thanks Gem. You won't regret this. She's a good worker. I know it'll mean a lot to her to be welcomed here."

"Like I said she's welcome here as long as she doesn't stir any shit up." Gemma replied wanting to make it clear that she wouldn't stand for any bullshit from Clara no matter whose niece she was.

Bobby bit the inside of his cheek stopping himself from showing his irritation at this statement.

The relieved feeling he'd had returned again as Gemma spoke up. "Don't worry about Clay. I'll explain this all to him honey. Just go find Chibs as talk to him about that apartment."

Bobby nodded his head thankful that this had all been sorted out almost painlessly. "Thanks Gem."

Gemma nodded her head as she watched Bobby leave the office. She hoped that she wasn't going to live to regret this.

Gemma knew she'd have to keep an eye on this Clara girl.

If Clara knew what was good to her she'd stay in line. And she definitely wouldn't piss off the Queen of Samcro.

Bobby finally located Chibs in the garage lowered over a nice looking retro Corvette with the new prospect Half Sack.

Half sack wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but Chibs thought that the kid had some promise in him somewhere.

Bobby just preferred to let Chibs handle the ditzy prospect, after all Half Sack was Chibs' prospect.

"I need to ask you for a favor." Bobby stated as he walked over to the two men.

"Me?" Half Sack asked his eyes widening.

Chibs rolled his eyes as he slapped the prospect on the back of the head. "No not ya, me. Go on and get ta sweepin the floor. We'll get back ta this later."

Half Sack's cheeks flushed as he realized his mistake. He wandered off quickly not wanting to piss off Chibs any more than he'd already managed to do.

Chibs shook his head as he fished a cigarette out from behind his ear. "Remind me why I choose that mucker again? If the lad had two heads he couldn't even form one brain."

Bobby smirked at this comment as he spoke. "Hey he's your prospect what did you expect? When you picked him you kept insisting that he had potential."

Chibs let out a huff his patience running thin after he'd spent the morning trying to teach Half Sack not to completely wreck this car this car they were fixing. The kid had somehow managed to wreck more than it had been when it had been dropped off. Chibs would be forced to spend the night standing over Half Sack while the prospect fixed the mistakes he'd made.

"What do ya need?"Chibs asked knowing he was in for a long night at the garage.

"That new apartment complex you just moved into...are there still apartments available in it?" Bobby asked as he watched Chibs light his own cigarette before handing him one.

"Why is Precious makin ya find er a new place again? No offense but I don't wanta live anywhere near that crazy lass." Chibs remarked knowing full and well that Bobby's second ex wife was a mess, a mess with a gun.

Bobby chuckled as he lit his own cigarette. "Nah it's not for her. You remember my niece Clara right?"

"Aye I remember er. She was a sweet lass." Chibs stated a small smile on his face.

By the time Chibs had patched over to Samcro Clara had been long gone already living in Vegas.

She'd come back to Charming often though to visit her Uncle Bobby. The two were always together.

Chibs could remember that Clara had been a sweet kid. He'd come to think of her as a friend though it seemed that they'd lost touch within the past few years.

She'd been polite and soft spoken to Chibs. He'd noticed her kindness and had to admit it had been nice. Most people weren't kind to him given his scars and his ties to Samcro.

Clara had been a good friend to him when he'd really needed it. He'd appreciated her hospitality.

Chibs hadn't been living in Charming for too long when Clara came to visit her uncle over the summer. Clara had gone out of her way and had taken some sympathy on Chibs taking note of just how miserable he was in the unfamiliar California town. She had really made him feel welcome in a town he was still so unsure about.

She had really shown him all the wonderful things about Charming and soon he'd begun to see the little town as a nice change of scenery from his disasterous life in Belfast.

Clara had come back to Charming a few years back right after she'd entered college, and Chibs had been in for a shock.

The shy little teenage girl had grown into a gorgeous woman with a nice figure.

Chibs would be lying if he tried to say that he hadn't admired her figure. She really had grown up.

Clara had been seemingly happily engaged though. Not to mention she'd been too damn young for him. And most importantly Chibs had known that Bobby would have his head if he ever made a move.

He could easily remember just how awkward that last visit had been.

The first thing Chibs had noticed that muggy July morning was the expensive looking sports car as it pulled into TM Auto.

The dark green Jaguar looked brand new. The paint job was shiny and from what he could see that car didn't seem to have any issues. It was clear that the car wasn't here for any repairs.

He began to make his way over to the car sure that he was about to be forced to deal with some lost yuppie on vacation. Occasionally some rich kid would drive up to Charming planning on roughing it by camping up in one of the cabins in the woods.

Of course one of the over privileged brats would occasionally hit a deer driving through the woods without looking where they were going. They'd usually end up at TM Auto and Chibs or one of the other guys would usually have to put up with the brats.

Chibs didn't recognize the elegant looking young woman when she stepped out of the passengers seat. She wore her long dark hair up into a tight updo. Her bright red heels were so high that he was amazed she was able to walk on them. The black sundress she wore fit her body like a glove.

Her lips were painted a dark crimson and her perfectly manicured nails were painted an eggplant making her pale complexion look all the fairer.

Chibs was taken by shock as the brunette fixed her gaze on him. She gave him a dazzling smile before pulling her black ray ban sunglasses up resting them on the top of her head.

She made her way over to him her arms open as she spoke. "Chibs...is that really you? It's seems like it's been years."

"Clara" Chibs blurted out almost sure that this was a dream.

The Clara he remembered hadn't shown her figure off in elegant dresses. She'd hidden it under baggy band t shirts. She hadn't worn high heels, she'd worn converse sneakers. She didn't carry herself with such grace.

This version of Clara was most unexpected. It wasn't unpleasant though.

She had clearly grown into herself.

Chibs cleared his throat thrown off guard as Clara embraced him for a short moment her Chanel perfume surrounding him. She let out a small laugh before pulling away. "Why do you look so shocked? Didn't Bobby tell you we were coming in?"

"We?" Chibs questioned only now noticing the man standing behind Clara.

The man was a perfect match to this Clara. They were like a dark haired Ken and Barbie doll. Both dressed in expensive clothing, both holding an air of sophistication without even trying.

The man however didn't hold an aura of polite energy like Clara.

There was something about this man that Chibs didn't like. He couldn't place his finger on just what it was though.

Clara gave the man a smile completely unaware that he was staring at Chibs like the biker was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his Italian leather loafers. "This is my fiance Mitch. Mitch this is one of my dearest friends in Charming Chibs."

"Pleased." Mitch replied his voice showing just what he thought of this dear friend of his fiance.

Chibs reluctantly shook the man's hand not helping but to want to punch Mitch rifht in his smug face.

He took a deep breath holding back his dislike as Clara spoke. "So is my Uncle around?"

"Aye in tha clubhouse." Chibs replied giving Clara a smile hoping that she couldn't see just how much he despised her fiance.

She grinned as she took Mitch's hand in hers ready to drag him off to meet her Uncle Bobby. "Thanks Chibs. I'll see you around."

"Aye." Chibs murmured letting out a huff as he watched Clara walk away.

All he could focus on was how a jackass like Mitch ever got a girl like Clara.

Was it the money? Chibs didn't think so, Clara wasn't the golddigger type.

The Clara he remembered had been so down to earth.

It confused him to see that she'd chosen someone so different from her.

He had a feeling this visit was going to be horrible. And he'd been right.

Chibs shook his head wondering why he was even thinking back to Clara's last visit.

It had been a disaster. Mitch Daniels had behaved like a total spoiled ass the entire time he'd been in Charming.

Chibs couldn't help but to glad that Mitch was long gone, though he wished that the man hadn't disappeared the way he had. Chibs had sort of hoped that Clara would finally wisen up and drop the jackass.

It upset him to know that Clara had been betrayed in such a way.

He turned his attention back to Bobby as the man spoke. "She's looking to start over. Her ex fucked her up. She's looking to come back to Charming. She's going to need a place to live."

Chibs nodded his head remembering just how pissed Bobby had been when he found out that Mitch was a liar and a con.

The man had broken Clara's heart and Chibs couldn't help but to take offense to this.

It had been so long since he'd seen Clara. He couldn't help but to wonder which Clara would arrive this time; the sophisticated lady or the shy teen?

"Aye the apartment complex still has a ton of empty apartments. She shouldn't have trouble findin one." Chibs remarked finding it hard not to comment on Mitch Daniels.

Bobby grinned happy to hear this. "That's great. Could you give me the landlords number when you get the chance."

"Aye no problem." Chibs replied taking a deep inhale from his cancer stick.

He almost choked on the smoke as Bobby spoke again. "I'm glad she'll be somewhere where I know she'll be in good hands. I'm nervous about her finding her place here."

Chibs nodded his head keeping his mouth shut tight.

In good hands. Well shit.

Clara wasn't surprised to be enveloped in a hug and pummeled with questions as she walked through the front door of her mother's apartment.

Clara pulled away from the hug as he mother spoke up. "Baby where have you been? You just left in the middle of the night without a word. I was worried sick. I called Victoria and all your friends and none of them had heard from you."

Clara let out a sigh as she averted her eyes away from her mother hoping she could hide the guilt in her eyes. "Sorry. I just needed to get out. I don't have many friends anymore mom...Just Victoria."

Clara knew that this statement was true. Most of her friends had been taken by her con artist of an ex; talked into investing in his bullshit rental properties and business ideas.

Most of Clara's friends had abandoned her when the shit had hit the fan. Some even believed that Clara was in on Mitch's con. They treated her like she was a criminal mastermind who'd gotten off scott-free with the hand of the law.

At least Victoria had stuck around. Though this was probably due to the fact that she'd been smart enough not to invest in Mitch's schemes.

Victoria had never trusted nor liked Mitch Daniels. She'd thought that there was something fishy about the guy. Though Victoria had assumed that this fishy thing was just Mitch being unfaithful. She'd never imagined that the man was a liar and a criminal.

Clara plopped down on the cheap fold out sofa that had been doubling as her bed for the past two years she and her mother had lived in this apartment.

They couldn't afford more than a one bedroom apartment. Most of the money they'd had went straight to Clara's lawyers.

It had taken all those two years of trying to get Clara out of the mess Mitch had left her with.

She let her gaze meet her mother's not missing the look of pity in her mother's eyes.

Clara turned her eyes to the carpet not able to stand the pity. She was tired of people's empathy.

She didn't think she deserved it. She had unknowingly let a man who she was sure she'd been in love with screw so many people over.

She thought she was weak and stupid for allowing it. Weak idiots didn't deserve empathy.

Tammy sat beside her daughter placing a hand over Clara's as she spoke. "It's all going to be okay baby. The sun will shine on us again I promise."

Clara let out a sigh not believing her mother's optimistic outlook. She couldn't understand how the woman could still look on the bright side of life after all the hell she'd been through after and even before Mitch Daniels had wrecked Clara's world.

Tammy had lived hard and it showed. The woman had deep wrinkles though she wasn't that old. Her dark hair was just as frizzy as her older brother's hair. It was almost completely gray by now from stress. Her eyes were a pale green that Clara always wished she'd inherited instead of her father's dark brown eyes.

Her mother still dressed like she was a young woman; tight jeans and a revealing top with heels. It used to embarrass Clara but she'd gotten over it realizing that it wasn't going to change.

Tammy was thin though from the fact that she was up on her feet all day and sometimes all night working double shifts at a bar off the strip.

Clara took a deep breath deciding that she might as well spill the beans right now. "I talked to Uncle Bobby. I think it's best that I go live in Charming for a while."

"Oh sweetheart I don't know...You know Charming is...it's not a simple world. That's why I had to leave." Tammy remarked knowing that she'd left Charming mostly out of shame.

Her ex husband had been a real bastard. Tammy didn't feel that she could show her face in town without being judged.

Clara nodded her head knowing just what her mother was thinking. When Oak had been exiled his family had been left to deal with the fallout.

Clara imagined it would have been much worse if it hadn't been for Uncle Bobby.

Still people around Charming thought that Tammy was trash. They'd already felt that way because of Samcro, but a felon of an ex husband who'd stolen from a lot of people and businesses in and around Charming didn't help matters.

"I know mom. I just I can't stay here anymore..I need to get out of Las Vegas. I can't...I feel so trapped here."

Tammy frowned really not wanting her daughter to go anywhere near Charming. "Things can change here. Maybe you need to look into going back to school baby. We can' get you your own place. You just need a change of scenery. That doesn't mean you have to leave town."

"And whose going to hire someone like me mother? A girl who was once engaged to a still wanted felon? I could attend Harvard and be the top of my class, and still not find a job because of Mitch Daniels. I feel like this town is eating me alive. Everywhere I look there's memories and pain and just bullshit. I feel like I'm drowning. I have to go somewhere where I can breathe." Clara spat out her temper flaring up.

She wasn't truly angry with her mother or her mother's suggestion. Clara was so angry with herself for allowing Mitch to ever enter her life.

Tammy sighed knowing that her daughter wasn't going to be reasoned with.

It would take a long while for Clara to earn back a sense of self worth. She was so low right now, so locked in bitter guilt.

"It'll be okay mom. Uncle Bobby will be there. I'll be careful I promise." Clara pointed out her temper simmering back down.

Tammy nodded her head trusting that her older brother would care for his niece. That still didn't make her feel any better though.

Tammy knew how the world of Samcro was. It wasn't a world she wanted for Clara.

She let out a sigh knowing that she had no place to stop her daughter from leaving.

Tammy just wished Clara had chosen somewhere other than Charming.

Clara stood out in front of her station wagon everything she owned stuffed into the back.

Her mother stood beside her the anxiety she felt so apparent on her face. She gave her daughter a hug as she spoke up. "I don't want you to go...but I trust you to stay on the right track."

Clara sighed as she pulled away from her mother. She was tempted to respond with What a different path than that of the bride to be to a con artist.

She kept her mouth shut though not allowing her resentment to seep through. "I'm going to be just fine mom."

She walked towards her station wagon stopping as a familiar bright green BMW sports car pulled in and came to a stop.

Victoria spilled out of the car her cherry red heels clicking as she sauntered over to Clara. "Now I know you weren't going to leave without saying good bye to me."

Clara gave her best and now only friend a soft smile.

She'd always been so jealous of Victoria. Victoria was a tiny Korean girl with a body that most models would kill someone for.

Victoria was a first generation Korean American. Her parents had immigrated to Las Vegas when Victoria's mother was pregnant with her.

Victoria's father was quite successful. He'd launched a franchise of Korean Barbecue joints all over Vegas. He'd hoped that his daughter would carry on with this business but she didn't have the heart for it. So that job went to Victoria's younger brother Jon.

She'd met Clara when they'd become roommates in college. The girls had become quick friends and to this day were still inseparable.

Clara was studying business while Victoria studied Fashion Design. They'd always joked about putting their two degrees together and starting up a business.

Victoria reeked of sex appeal. And her retro rockabilly style only made the sex appeal more obvious.

She was like an Asian Marilyn Monroe.

Today she was dressed in a tight black wiggle dress and red peep toe heels. She made Clara look plain in her blue jeans, favorite pair of silver sequined flats, and old blue and gray baseball sleeved tee.

Victoria had tried to help Clara develop a similar style to her own, but Clara was hopless when it came to getting the perfect Victory rolls and the flawless cat eyeliner down.

Clara wished that she could be just as stylish as Victoria, but so far she was hopeless.

Victoria was a Marilyn and it always seemed to Clara that she was just a Plain Jane.

Victoria embraced Clara in a tight hug the Chanel perfume she wore surrounding her friend. "You better call me every single day. I want you to get out and get some sun...and please call me and tell me all about those sexy California boys. I'm serious flirt with some surfers. Those guys always have the best muscles."

Clara chuckled knowing that Victoria could easily be described as boy crazy. "I'll try."

Victoria pulled away as she reached into her red fifties style handbag. She pulled out a huge stack of CDs handing them over to Clara. "Here I made you the perfect mix tapes. It has all your favorites; the Beatles, Bob Marley, The White Stripes, and that celtic punk stuff you love so much."

Clara managed to grin as she stared down at the CDs. She knew that Victoria must of put a ton of work into it.

Victoria wasn't a fan of the same type of music as Clara. Victoria preferred Rockabilly artists of course given her look, which Clara could listen too.

Clara wasn't big on Victoria's love of Lady Gaga and Beyonce though.

Clara spoke up her voice cracking a little as she realized she'd be leaving her best friend on the entire planet. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Oh come on don't cry...you'll ruin your eyeliner." Victoria attempted to joke trying to cheer her friend up.

She embraced Clara again as she spoke. "We're still going to be friends. I'm going to come visit you out in California and you can show me all the cute guys you're going to meet and all the fun places you'll find."

Clara took a deep breath as she was released from the hug again. She prayed the Victoria was right.

She went to her car reluctantly climbing in the drivers seat as she placed the stack of CDS down on the passengers seat beside her along with her purse.

Clara gave her mother and Victoria one final wave as she pulled out of the parking lot and on her way to a new life.

Here went nothing.

Thanks so much for all the sweet comments. I'm so happy to know people are enjoying this.

So I've started naming the chapters after songs that I feel deal with some of the subject matter of the chapter. I know not a new concept or anything, I just liked the idea.

Last chapter was titled Waking up in Vegas which is by Katy Perry.

This chapter is titled Keep on Moving which is by Bob Marley. I've always felt that song was about trying to find redemption and trying to keep on moving through it, though you may not agree with me on that.

I'll try to let you know which song and artist the chapter title is by at the end of each chapter.

I'm going to try to make a pintrest board for this story like I do with most my stories. I'll post the link up on my proflie when I get it set up.

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