Clara
I had a complete mental blackout, I don't know how much happened, I don't remember when they removed the cables... I don't remember signing anything.
I only remember the feeling of Ethan's hand holding mine as we walked down the hospital hallway.
How did I end up here with him?
I looked at his hand carrying me, firm, present. As if I feared that I would fall apart again at any moment. And perhaps he was right.
He wasn't keeping track of my steps, he was walking for me.
The cold night air hits me when we go out, I'm weak, but I'm no longer out of control.
The pain is now deeper, more conscious... it's more real.
My father.
The word resonates in my head over and over again. Ethan opens the car door and helps me in like it's something delicate. Like I could break down, maybe I
