Clara
I pace back and forth, once, twice… three times. And even then, I feel like I can't breathe properly.
My footsteps echo on the living room floor as I try to organize my thoughts, but it's impossible, because every time I think I'm starting to understand something… another question appears, another doubt… and another void.
I stop by a window and close my eyes; the news, the headlines… the calls, Ethan's phone started ringing a moment ago and won't stop… The journalists, everyone talking about me.
About my accident, about my memory… About something I don't even fully understand.
"Clara…"
Ethan's voice makes me turn around. He's sitting on one of the sofas, watching me intently.
He looks tired, too tired… as if he hasn't slept either.
"Please, calm down a little."
I let out a h
