Clara
I told Sebastian's driver I wanted to visit an old friend, and he was kind enough not to ask which friend, or why I needed sunglasses and a baseball cap to do it. I sat in the back of the car with my heart hammering the whole way to the hospital, rehearsing what I would say if Ethan was awake, if he looked at me the way I feared he might, if the first thing out of his mouth was a question I didn't know how to answer without breaking him further.
I never got the chance to find out.
The hospital lobby was busy with the ordinary chaos of a Tuesday morning, and I kept my head down as I crossed to the front desk, grateful the cap and glasses were doing their job. A different nurse was on duty than the ones I remembered from those long nights in the waiting room, but I recognized her fr
