Clara
The day starts well… Too well. And that… should be enough to make me feel calm, but it isn't.
…
I'm in the kitchen, leaning slightly against the counter while I wait for the coffee to brew.
The house is quiet, that comfortable silence I used to love so much.
Now… I couldn't say, I look out the window.
The morning light comes in softly, illuminating everything with a calm that seems to promise nothing bad can happen.
I exhale.
"You should relax…" I murmur to myself.
And I try, I really do.
"Good morning…" Ethan's voice comes from behind me, warm, close.
I smile before turning around.
"Good morning."
He comes closer, puts his arms around my waist, and kisses my temple.
I close my eyes for just a second. This… This is real. This is what matters.
"Thinking again?" he asks
