Ethan
I stood watching her from the doorway, not knowing how long she'd been there.
One, two minutes… Maybe more.
I just watched her, because for the first time since she woke up… She didn't seem lost, she didn't seem scared, she didn't seem like a woman trying to understand a life she didn't recognize.
She seemed like herself, the Clara I'd always known, the woman who built empires from a notebook full of ideas… The woman who never gave up, the woman who found solutions where everyone else saw problems.
She was still sitting behind her desk, with several documents open in front of her.
Reading, analyzing, taking notes. Her concentration was absolute, so absolute that she hadn't even noticed I was still there.
And for the first time in many days… I felt something akin to hope.
Not
