When he raises his head again, he seems resigned. He puts his phone in his pocket and turns slightly, as if he were about to leave. And that movement shakes me.
Before I even think about it, my hand turns the knob. I open the door.
The sound makes Ethan stop immediately, turn to me, surprised.
The warm light from the candle behind me spills into the dark hallway and barely illuminates it.
For a second neither of them says anything.
The rain is heard loudly behind the walls of the building. Their eyes meet mine.
"Clara..." he says, clearly without expecting to find me there.
I look him up and down.
His jacket is slightly wet from the storm.
"I thought you weren't home," he murmured.
He lets out a small exhale.
The rain is hitting the windows hard again. Thunder rumbles in the dis
