Ethan
I admit it, even I was surprised.
My eyes went straight to the woman. I watched her, not knowing she could say that… and for a moment, I felt that she didn't just want to help her daughter, she also… she also wanted to help me.
"Why?" Clara asked, looking at her mother with those doubtful eyes.
Her mother took a deep breath, as if it were something difficult for her to say.
"Because your past is there…"
She paused and then looked her straight in the eyes.
"But not this one."
Silence.
"Mom…"
"Listen to me," she said gently, but firmly. "If you come with me… you'll stay stuck in what you remember."
Clara didn't answer, but she listened.
"And that's not a bad thing," she continued. "But it's not going to help you get back what you lost."
Her gaze shifted to me for a second.
