Ethan
The air outside the police station feels heavy… or maybe it’s just me. I don’t know.
I haven’t slept well in days, haven’t eaten well, haven’t thought clearly. Everything in me is focused on one thing… Clara.
In front of me, the two officers are still talking. Their voices are firm, professional, but to me they sound distant, as if I were underwater.
“Mr. Blackwood, as we were explaining…” one of them says, “there are no security cameras in the exact area of the accident.”
I clench my jaw.
“What do you mean there are no cameras?”
“It’s an area with poor coverage,” the other replies. “We’ve already requested recordings from the nearby roads, but it will take time to analyze them.”
Time… That word again. Always that damned word.
I run a hand over my face, trying to stay cal
