Ethan
It wasn't a pleasant feeling. I'd been waiting for a call from the police for several days, and the silence was starting to drive me crazy. I understood that an investigation of that magnitude couldn't be solved overnight. I understood that rationally, but understanding it was one thing, and enduring it was quite another.
Every morning I woke up hoping to find some news, but nothing.
Every call I received ended up being from the company, every email was about meetings, every message was about anything... except what I really wanted to read: progress...
Someone in charge, an answer. Because as long as the investigation remained stalled, the person who had tried to kill Clara was still walking freely.
And that thought was consuming me.
I ended up moving up a meeting and drove st
