Ethan
I'd lost count of how many times I'd driven the same route from the police station to Clara's company. I felt like no matter how many times I circled the city, I always ended up back in the same place: uncertainty.
I drove in silence, my hands firmly on the steering wheel, my jaw clenched.
I couldn't get the officer's words out of my head.
The witness recanted, the vehicle disappeared, we found no explanation.
Every answer generated three new questions, and that wasn't normal anymore.
I was starting to distrust the officer; I even felt like they were intentionally delaying everything… maybe I shouldn't think like that, but what else could I do?
When I parked in front of Clara's company building, I stayed in the car for a few seconds, breathing deeply.
Something didn't add up
