Clara
The traffic light turns green and I move forward, my hands still firm on the steering wheel, now free of the tension from a few minutes ago. The city envelops me again with its usual noise, with the lights reflecting off car windows, with that constant movement that makes everything seem normal. And that's exactly what I need.
Normalcy.
I take another deep breath, exhaling slowly and trying to stay in that state. I force myself to think about what really matters. About what's coming.
About Ethan, about what we talked about, about what we're going to build.
My fingers, almost without realizing it, brush against my stomach again. It's a new gesture, but it already feels like home. It makes me smile.
"Everything's going to be alright..." I murmur.
I keep driving, the traffic beg
