Clara
The sound of the china hitting the plate was soft, elegant… everyday. And yet, something inside me still lingered, uneasy from Boston.
I raised my coffee cup in my hands while Ethan checked something on his tablet across the table. Morning light streamed through the kitchen windows, bathing everything in calm. The house was quiet, warm… safe. And perhaps that's why I felt worse, having uncomfortable thoughts in there.
Ethan looked up at me.
"Did you sleep better?"
I nodded slightly.
"Yes."
A partial lie. I hadn't slept badly… but my mind still couldn't quite shake off the project. Boston continued to haunt me like an unfinished conversation.
Ethan put his tablet aside.
"I spoke with the legal department there yesterday," I said, sipping my coffee. "They told me that
