I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, watching Clara Beaumont shake her head firmly at her brother.
"I'm not leaving," she insisted, her voice stronger than I'd ever heard it. "Elara saved my life. I won't abandon her now when she needs support."
Dominic Beaumont ran a hand through his hair. "Clara, be reasonable. You've just recovered. The doctors said—"
"I don't care what they said." Clara crossed her arms. "She's being framed for murder, Dominic. And I'm one of the few people who can testify to her character."
I shifted uncomfortably. "Clara, your family needs you. You should go home and rest properly."
She turned to me, her eyes bright with determination. "You're the reason I'm alive, Elara. When everyone believed I was just having another episode, you fought for me. You risked everything." She reached for my hand. "Let me fight for you now."
