Ethan
I never imagined a building could feel so cold. It wasn't the air conditioning… It was a different kind of cold. The kind left by walls where everyone arrives with a broken story.
The District Attorney's office occupied almost the entire fifth floor.
The hallways were long, illuminated by white lights that made everything seem too clean, too quiet.
I lightly squeezed Clara's hand as we walked. She was quiet too, and there was no need to ask her how she felt.
I could tell by the way she intertwined her fingers with mine, by how she looked at the floor for a few seconds before looking up again, by her breathing.
An assistant greeted us.
"Mr. Blackwood… Mrs. Blackwood."
I nodded.
"The District Attorney will be here in a few minutes. You can wait here in the meantime."
She led
