I hear a muffled sob from the room, I don't know if it's Clara, I don't know if it's her mother.
I closed my eyes for a second.
I remember the man who shook my hand on my wedding day, I remember his serious look when he said, "Take care of her." And I failed.
Maybe not as he would have imagined, but I failed. And now the only thing I can do... It's being here.
When Clara goes out that door again, I don't know what state she will be in.
I don't know if she will be able to walk. I don't know if she will break again. But I'm going to be standing.
Ready to hold her, because, even if I am no longer her husband... Even if I don't have that title anymore...
There are things that do not disappear with a signature. I was part of her family. And now, I want to be one again.
And if today it i
