Clara
A couple of days had passed since the police confirmed that my accident might not have been an accident. And although life went on, although Ethan and I tried to maintain a routine, although I continued going to the office and facing meetings as if everything were under control… the truth was that something had changed.
The tension lived in this house; it was in the silences. In the guards' stares in the hallways.
In the vehicles waiting outside… In the way every door was checked before I left.
In how I could no longer simply walk to the garden without someone knowing where I was.
Ethan tried to make it not feel like a prison; he really tried.
He made comments during dinner, asked me about work. He looked for anything to make me smile.
Sometimes he even succeeded, but all it
