Vanessa
Acting normal… is an art. And I've mastered it.
I walk through the office doors with my usual elegance, my impeccable poise, as if nothing had stirred inside me in the last few hours. As if that conversation with Clara hadn't left a trace. But it did, of course it did. It's just not something you can see. It's something you keep inside… and use at the right moment.
I walk down the main hallway, greeting everyone I pass with a slight nod… Soft, cordial, measured smiles. Everything in its place. Until I reach his office, Ethan… The door is ajar.
I see him before he sees me. He's sitting at his desk, focused on his computer. His posture is firm, his expression… serious. Focused. He's always been like this when he works. And for a moment… for a fleeting second… I remember. But
