Ethan
I've never seen her like this... Clara has always been a quiet woman, a woman who gives silence and peace... I have seen her upset without overflowing, I have seen her disappointed, I have seen her firm, cold, determined to leave my life.
But this... This is different, this is to see her as fragile.
Disoriented in her own apartment, as if the place she knew by heart no longer belonged to her.
As she tried to pack, I watched her silently for a moment. Moving without focus, opening the wrong drawers. Looking at the empty suitcase as if she didn't know what to do with it, and then I remembered.
Another room, another time. Clara sitting on the edge of the bed, folding my shirts before a work trip, always anticipating, always organized.
"How many days will you be away this time?" sh
