Clara
I don't know how long I've been sitting on the bed. I lost track of time since I arrived at this house… this mansion, this place that's supposed to be my home.
My home.
The word still feels strange.
I look around once more. The room is beautiful, it always has been.
I remember perfectly what it looked like before. I remember when Ethan and I lived here during our first marriage.
I remember some decorations, things I chose… that I, that I…
I shook my head. That doesn't help at all.
But I also see different things, small changes, details I don't recognize.
A different painting, a new lamp. Some photographs, objects that should be familiar. And yet… they aren't.
It's like walking into a house you once knew and discovering that someone transformed it while you were asleep. And
