Clara
I opened my eyes slowly, for a moment I didn't know where I was.
There were days when my mind played tricks on me like that. A few seconds when I woke up believing I was in my old bedroom, in my parents' house, in that room where I grew up, where I had photographs from my teenage years, stacks of books, and a life that now felt so distant.
But reality always returned, this room. The Blackwood mansion.
The place that was once my home during my first marriage to Ethan, and which, it seemed, had become so again. Even though my mind insisted it wasn't.
I blinked several times, staring at the ceiling; something didn't add up.
I frowned. I wasn't in my bed last night… I remembered that clearly.
I was in the living room, with the photographs. The photos of a life everyone insisted w
