Clara
Silence settled between us again, until his eyes dropped to the clipping he was still holding. And we both knew we could no longer avoid the real issue.
Ethan studied the paper for a few seconds.
Then he looked up.
"And this?"
I nodded.
"It arrived at my office."
"Today?"
"Yes."
"Did you review it completely?"
"Enough."
His jaw tightened, and I stood up too. Because I no longer wanted to feel small sitting there while he remained standing.
"What am I supposed to think, Ethan?"
The question came out before I could stop it; he looked at me silently.
"Because I've spent months trying to understand who you were to me, trying to understand why I loved you. Trying to understand why I decided to stay with you..."
My breathing became heavier.
"And then a box full of photogra
