Ethan
I didn't sleep, or at least not in the way a person truly rests.
Every time I managed to close my eyes for a few minutes, Clara stirred in my arms.
Sometimes she frowned, other times she breathed rapidly. On a couple of occasions, she even murmured something I couldn't understand.
Each time, the same thing happened: I hugged her a little tighter. I slid a hand down her back.
I gently kissed her hair and waited… I waited for her breathing to calm down again.
I didn't want to wake her; I knew perfectly well why she was like this.
What had happened the day before wasn't something that could be processed overnight.
She was a victim in this whole story, not just of the accident.
But of weeks spent being watched without her knowledge. And yet… What had broken her the most wasn't
