Vanessa
Hope was a dangerous thing, because it appeared when it least expected it… Because a small sign was enough to make it grow again inside me, and that box had been precisely that.
A sign, an opportunity… A possibility.
For days I had remained locked in my apartment, imagining scenarios; thinking, waiting. Wondering what would happen after Clara received all of that.
And the more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that it must have worked.
It had to have worked, it was impossible for it not to. I myself had seen the contents, I knew what was in there… Everything that had once destroyed their marriage, everything that had caused Clara to leave, to file for divorce, to stop believing in Ethan.
How could it not affect them? How could it not reopen old wounds?
I smiled as
