Ethan
I stare at the door for a few seconds after Vanessa quietly leaves. I keep thinking.
Not in detail for Clara, not yet. In it... In Vanessa.
I exhale slowly and slump a little deeper into the chair, because if I'm honest... I didn't expect that.
I did not expect her attitude.
Not after what happened, after our history. Not after the tension, and certainly not after trying to cut ties with her.
Not after everything. And yet… there she was, calm, composed. Even... helping me.
I run a hand over my chin, thoughtful.
Maybe I was too harsh, the idea comes up without asking permission. And I don't reject it.
Maybe I was very curt with her thinking that maybe she would insist that we try things, but no, she just understood.
Because it's possible.
Because in the midst of everything
