Clara
It wasn't impulsive, that's the first thing I have to admit.
I didn't wake up that morning intending to look for her… but I didn't do anything to avoid it either.
Since I got back from my trip, since that night… since that necklace… there's something in my head that hasn't been silenced. It's not anger, it's not jealousy. It's… clarity.
An uncomfortable, insistent, and piercing clarity.
As I walk, my footsteps sound firm against the polished floor of the place. I chose well. It's not just any place. It's an elegant, discreet café… one of those where important conversations aren't overheard, but felt.
Yes, I extended an invitation. One to “say hello.” I know she would come; Vanessa is that kind of woman. The kind who never turns down an opportunity, the kind who never misse
