Vanessa
I leave the room with a straight back, impeccable. Intact on the outside. Inside... no.
The conversation with Clara left me with something I didn't expect: instability.
She did not shout, she did not defend herself. She did not compete.
She just didn't give me anything. And that disarmed me more than any provocation.
I walk towards the exit of the building with a firm step, but when the glass doors open and the night air hits my face, I see her.
Clara.
Getting into her car, she moves calmly. No hurry. As if the world isn't crumbling around her. And then her phone, she picks it up... I watch her. She takes it out of her bag, looks at the screen.
She pauses for a second, she replies.
My chest contracts.
I can't hear what she says, but I see the subtle change in her express
