Ethan
The house is silent. It is not that pleasant silence of home, which is sometimes felt when Clara is in another room working, or when we are both in different spaces, but sharing the same air. No... This one is different. This one is heavy. Restless.
I look at the phone once more and nothing. Not a message. Not a single call. Not even that quick "everything fine" she usually sends when she knows I'm pending.
I clench my jaw. I don't want to be that type of man who invades, who pressures, who suffocates. I've had enough of that before. I've already made mistakes that cost me losing her once... and I am not going to repeat them.
That's why I didn't call her last night, that's why I didn't write to her after that last message I sent her.
I gave her space, because I know how importa
