But at night, Anna Claire dreamed in static.
(The choir director. The label executive who called her “a product.” Her mother.)
Anna Claire looked at the dark tree line. Anna Claire Clouds - Dark Side - Part 1-4
The next morning, Anna Claire woke up in a motel room in Baton Rouge, naked in a cold bath, the word carved into her thigh with a safety pin.
The breaking point came in Nashville.
She didn’t scream.
She slammed the bottle against the glass partition. It spiderwebbed but didn’t break. But at night, Anna Claire dreamed in static
Ezra stumbled back. Security rushed in. Anna Claire—the real Anna Claire—woke up on the studio floor, screaming, with no memory of the last four minutes.