But that's the theory... The practice was that I took the car keys and drove straight to the building where she works.
I didn't call her before, I didn't let her know. I just needed to see her. Confirm that everything was fine. That this was just a bad time. That I wasn't losing something without knowing it.
I went in.
The reception was impeccable. Like everything that surrounds her now. That building was already seen as a company, only small details...
"Good morning," I said, controlled.
The secretary looked up.
"Good morning."
The woman was picking things up from a box.
"I'm looking for Miss Clara Sinclair."
She checked something on her screen.
"Miss Sinclair is not in the office. She will be absent for a few days."
A dry emptiness pierced my chest.
"Absent?"
"Yes."
I tried
