Clara
I carefully removed the flowers from the wrapping. The peonies had a soft, delicate scent that slowly began to fill the room. Ethan always chose beautiful flowers, flowers that seemed to have been chosen specifically for me.
I smiled slightly as I cut the stems, but my mind wasn't really there, not completely.
I picked up the glass vase and began arranging them one by one, trying to focus on something simple… something that wouldn't force me to think too much. Because I'd been thinking all day, and it was exhausting me.
I looked at the flowers for a few more seconds and sighed slowly. The day had started normally, or so I tried to believe. But since the conversation with Howard… something inside me had changed.
I couldn't help it; the doubts were starting to grow. And the wo
