Ethan
Some journeys feel longer than they actually are, and this was one of them… Even though the hours passed, even though the road stretched on and the cities receded, I felt that every kilometer brought us closer to a moment Clara had avoided since waking up.
Saying goodbye…
Not to the image of her father she held in her memory, not to the living man she still hoped to find in her mind when she asked:
“Why haven’t I seen Dad?”
No, she was going to say goodbye to the man who had died while she was in another city, writing her new life story, the man whose final chapter I witnessed.
I look at Clara from the driver’s seat; she’s watching the landscape through the window… Silent, too silent.
Her hands rest on her legs, clasped tightly… Her knuckles are white.
She’s nervous, scared…
