"It's good to see you too," I reply.
When we separate, her gaze shifts to Clara. She hugs her affectionately, but there's something more there… something knowing. Something that makes me understand… That she already knows, that Clara has told her, that she's aware of us. And most importantly… That it doesn't bother her.
We go inside, and the atmosphere is warm, homey, familiar. And for a moment… For a brief second… I imagine this as something permanent. As something that could happen again.
We sit down, talk, catch up. Light, natural conversations. Nothing forced. But I… I'm paying attention to everything, to how she looks at me, how Clara reacts, how everything fits together. Because this isn't by chance; it's part of something bigger.
I look at her.
“I didn’t know we were coming tod
