Ethan
The sound of my phone jolted me awake. I opened my eyes with difficulty.
For a few seconds, I lay motionless, staring at the dark ceiling of the room, unsure of exactly where I was.
It was a habit I hadn't yet broken. Since Clara's accident, I woke up with that same feeling every day.
The fear, the fear that someone would walk through that door and tell me it had all been a dream.
That she never woke up, or worse… that she had woken up and forgotten me. I often wake up in this strange trance, but I try to cope.
My fingers searched for the phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up the room.
6:12 a.m. I frowned. It was too early for a call.
My heart immediately began to race. My first thought was Clara, always Clara.
I answered before the third ring.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Blackwood,
