Clara
I check the time. Ethan is still in the office, another meeting, another late night.
I don't know why, but it gives me a strange feeling, like I'm waiting for something.
I laugh at myself. Ridiculous.
I walk to the dining room, and the waitress places my dinner in front of me. I sit down, and then I see it.
The chair across from me is empty, his spot. I know because I've seen him sit there every day.
Because he always asks how my day was, because he always tries to make conversation, because even when things get awkward… he never leaves.
I stare at the empty seat for too long, until I finally look down and start eating.
But I can't help thinking, what were we doing here? Were we talking? Arguing? Laughing?
Was he holding my hand?
The thought pops into my head, and it surpr
