Ethan
The meeting ended much later than I expected; by the time I left the building, it was already night… A silent, heavy night, it made me remember that night when Clara's life, and all of ours, changed.
I drove back home with only one thought on my mind: Clara.
Everything always led me back to her: the meetings… the lawyers, the journalists, the strategies.
Everything… Because at the end of the day, nothing mattered as much as arriving home and seeing her safe, even though she barely spoke to me and still looked at me as if I were a stranger… yes, even though she still didn't remember anything about us, because at least she was alive.
And that was enough.
When I walked through the gates of the mansion, I felt a strange relief, as if I could breathe again. I turned off the engine
