Clara
I can't keep eating, I try to do it. I try to follow the quiet rhythm of dinner, the soft sound of the cutlery, the calm that Ethan seems to be feeling... But my mind won't let me.
Alexander's words return.
Over and over again.
Tripping over the same stone...
I squeeze the fork slightly between my fingers, breathe, try to ignore it, try to focus on what's in front of me.
On Ethan, on this dinner, on what I felt when he kissed me outside my office. On what I felt last night.
But I can't, I finally put the fork on the plate, then the knife.
My hands are clasped on the table, I look up at him.
"What's wrong?" Ethan asks.
His voice is calm, but I know he noticed the change.
I swallow hard before speaking.
"Why are you really doing this?"
I make a small gesture with my hand
