Ethan
A few hours later.
I didn't think about it, if I had, I wouldn't have gone. But that night the emptiness was too great, too much noise in the head, too much memory in the body.
...
I drove to her building without a plan, without a speech, without pride. Yes, after that encounter at the meeting, I went back to her apartment. I did it purely on impulse… Each floor the elevator indicated was a question…
What if she's not there? What if she's with him? What if she slams the door in my face?
All the questions made sense to me, but I refused to give them an answer.
When the doors opened, my pulse was already out of control.
I rang the doorbell, for a second... Two, three times and when I thought there was no one there, the door opened.
Clara.
When I saw her there, no heavy makeu
