Clara
When I left my office that afternoon, Ethan was already waiting for me outside. It was something he'd started doing since I returned to the company; before, I thought it was an exaggeration.
An overabundance of care from a man who still hadn't accepted that I didn't remember him, but lately… I didn't see him the same way.
After visiting my father, after the conversations we'd had, after that night when he told me how he'd fallen in love with me all over again…
I had begun to understand something. Ethan wasn't around me out of obligation; he wasn't a man trying to fulfill a role.
He was genuinely afraid of losing me, and perhaps that's why it was so hard for me to understand what I felt when I was near him, because I still didn't love him the way he loved me.
But his presence w
