Clara
Night fell slowly over the mansion, one of those silent, heavy nights.
Where everything seems calmer on the outside than it truly is on the inside.
After that conversation, Ethan didn't reappear… He didn't come down to dinner, I didn't see him for the rest of the day. And although I tried to convince myself that he needed space, that he was probably processing everything that had happened, I couldn't stop thinking about him again and again.
Because I kept seeing his face, his tears. The way he had put his hands to his head, the despair in his voice. That feeling of a broken man. I had grown accustomed to seeing Ethan strong, confident, protective. Practically invincible.
And discovering that beneath all that there was someone who was also suffering… It had stirred something ins
