Clara
I walk beside Alexander in silence. the hotel corridor feels longer than normal... Or maybe it's me, still with my mind in the room. In Ethan. In his gaze. In everything that was suspended between us.
I gently squeeze my fingers around the bag, I didn't say anything when we went out. I couldn't, because if I spoke... I was going to say more than I should have. And right now... I can't afford it.
"I don't think it's a good idea for Ethan to be here," Alexander says suddenly.
His voice breaks the silence precisely, I don't look at him, I keep walking as if I hadn't heard.
But of course I did, every word, every intention behind it.
"Clara," he insists, lowering his tone slightly. "If he came here, it was not by chance."
I breathe slowly, in a controlled way.
"He had reasons," I
