Vanessa
"You i***t!"
The shout escapes my throat before I can stop it.
I throw the remote control at the sofa; it bounces… It falls to the floor, but it doesn't break.
Too bad, because right now I want to break something. Anything… Everything.
The television is still on in front of me, and there she is.
Clara Sinclair, sitting across from a row of journalists… Confident, elegant, poised.
As if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't been between life and death just a few weeks ago, as… as if she hadn't lost her memory, as if everything were the same.
I clench my jaw.
"How?"
I whisper.
"How can you keep doing this?"
The interview continues, and the more she talks… the angrier I feel.
Because she doesn't hesitate, she doesn't crack, she doesn't crumble.
When that journalist con
