Clara
I felt him before I saw him.
That was always how it had been with Ethan, some current running under my skin that recognized his presence before my eyes ever confirmed it, and even after a year of silence, even after everything, that current hadn't dimmed at all. It hit me the moment Sebastian and I crossed the threshold into the Kingsley ballroom, a jolt that traveled from my chest straight down to my fingertips, and when I finally let myself look toward the front of the room, I understood why.
He was impossible not to look at.
The Ethan I remembered had rough hands and an easy laugh, wore secondhand jackets like they were made for him, carried himself with the unbothered confidence of a man who had nothing to prove because he'd never needed the world's approval to know his own w
