Vanessa
I'm tired… Tired of waiting, tired of not knowing, tired of no one saying anything.
My body feels exhausted. So many days have passed since it all happened… since Clara left that hospital, and the press remains the same.
How can they not know anything? How have they not published anything about her situation?
It's just secrecy, silence, empty speculation.
No one knows anything, no one says anything. And that's driving me crazy, because I do know something.
I do know a secret that no one else knows… A smile slowly appears on my lips.
Clara Sinclair, the great businesswoman… The perfect woman, the perfect wife… She doesn't remember anything.
And the world still doesn't know.
I get up from the sofa and start pacing the apartment, my footsteps echoing over and over.
I think,
