Clara.
I wake up... and for a second I don't know where I am.
It is not immediate, nor is it automatic. It is that fraction of time in which everything is blank, in which the body is already awake, but the mind... it has not yet reached it.
I blink several times, I'm disoriented.
The light comes in through the window, soft, warm. The roof is known for... but not completely mine. The bed... It's comfortable, too comfortable. The aroma... I close my eyes for a second longer.
I recognize it.
Ethan.
My breathing barely stops... And then it all comes back. The night, the fear, the apartment, the man... Ethan.
I'm here, in his house. No, in our house... or what our house was.
I open my eyes wide, I sit up slowly. The bed is empty next to me, I run my hand over the sheets, and they are c
