Ethan
Time loses all meaning in that hospital. I don't know how long it's been since I last saw her.
Minutes… hours… it could be anything.
I'm sitting next to Clara's mother, but I'm not really here. My mind is still in that room. On her hand. On that slight movement I could swear I felt.
She suddenly squeezes my arm.
"Ethan…" Her voice is broken. "Why isn't she waking up?"
I don't know what to say. I don't have an answer that won't hurt.
"She's going to wake up…" I say, though inside I'm not so sure. "I know it. When we least expect it, she… she's going to wake up."
The woman shakes her head slowly, covering her mouth.
"I have, I have a bad feeling about all this," she whispers. "God, I don't know why I feel like this. What did the police say?"
“I’ll talk to them later. I don’t
