Clara
I didn't plan to stop by, the meeting ended earlier than planned and I decided to walk a little before asking for the car. I needed air. Order. Distance from my own thoughts. And then I saw it.
The building, imposing, familiar... Intact.
Blackwood Enterprise.
My steps stop without me ordering it, how many times I crossed those doors as the wife of the CEO. How many times did I go up to the top floor with the certainty that I belonged there.
Now I'm just... Clara. Ex-wife.
My gaze drifts to the coffee shop on the corner. It's still there. The same as always. The same one where Ethan and I used to escape for ten minutes when their schedule allowed it.
I keep walking before my mind can interfere.
I enter. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelops me like a warm memory. I ask f
