Clara
The drive home was filled with a silence I'd never known before.
It wasn't even an awkward silence; it was heavy… dense… as if words had been trapped inside the building we'd just left.
I stared out the window without really seeing the streets; the lights of New York passed before my eyes as blurry smudges.
I could only think of one image: a woman standing on a ledge. Even though I hadn't seen her.
Although Ethan never described the scene to me, my mind replayed it over and over.
And each time it hurt more… When the car finally passed through the gates of the mansion, I felt a strange relief, as if returning there meant going back to a place where some peace still existed.
But that peace didn't come with me.
We went upstairs in silence; the staff barely acknowledged us when
