Ethan:
I don't remember the last time I was like this, standing... in the middle of my own house... not knowing exactly what to do with my hands.
I look around, everything is in its place. Clean, tidy, perfect. And yet... it is not enough.
I exhale, running a hand over the back of my neck.
"Relax," I murmured.
But I don't, because this is not just any visit. It's not a date, it's Clara coming back.
Even if it's just for a weekend.
I walk to the living room, check the cushions, arrange them again, although they are already fine, ridiculous.
But I can't help it. Because I want that when she comes in... she feels it.
Not luxury, not the house. Otherwise... something else. Home.
My gaze stops on a shelf, the photos. I hadn't gotten close in days, maybe weeks.
I stand still for a sec
