Ethan
It took me several seconds to gather the courage to leave the mansion. Clara was standing by the living room window, hugging herself as she stared at the garden without really seeing it. Since Nathan called to tell me the operation was about to begin, neither of us had managed to do anything but wait.
Waiting was a form of torture. I looked at the clock; only a few minutes had passed since the last call, but it felt like hours.
I grabbed my car keys.
"I'll go."
Clara turned around immediately.
"Ethan..."
"I need to know what's going on."
She walked toward me, her eyes still holding that fragile glimmer that appeared whenever fear returned between us.
"Nathan asked you not to go."
"I know."
"You promised to trust him..."
I closed my eyes for a moment.
"And I do."
I took
