Ethan
I don't know when it started, there's no exact time, no clear moment I can point to and say: that's when it happened. I only know that something inside me… shifted.
I'm home… Everything is in its place, the lights are on, the table is clean, the comfortable silence of a space that should feel like home. But it doesn't… Not tonight.
I look at the clock, Clara should have arrived by now.
It's not too late to be alarmed, not yet, but there's something in my chest that doesn't feel right. A strange pressure, subtle at first, but constant.
I run a hand over my chest, right where I feel that discomfort.
I take a deep breath, nothing. I try to ignore it.
I walk around the living room, pick up my phone, check for messages. Nothing new.
The last one is from her…
“Yes. I'm on my way.
