Vanessa
It wasn't the first impulse, it was the last. The one that was missing, the one that finally broke something that had been cracking for days.
I'm inside the car, my hands on the steering wheel, my fingers barely tense, my gaze fixed straight ahead. I don't blink; I don't need to. Because I don't want to miss anything.
The clinic is right across the street; it's not hard to spot. I knew it the moment I saw Clara go in a few minutes ago, alone, calm. As if it were just any appointment, as if it weren't… this. As if it weren't important.
But it is… I feel it, I don't know why I know.
I didn't come here by chance; nothing I do now is by chance.
For days I've been following her movements, her routes, her schedule. I went into her office one morning and saw her calendar. She'll co
