Ethan
"Tomorrow," Alexander said.
I looked at him without answering.
"I'll see you on the hotel terrace."
His expression remained serious.
"Or at the restaurant... Wherever you prefer."
I clenched my jaw.
"I'll be there."
Alexander nodded once and then disappeared among the guests.
...
That night I had trouble sleeping, not because the bed was uncomfortable—quite the opposite. Because Clara was there, beside me, just inches away. And sometimes it still seemed unbelievable.
Now she was here, sharing a room with me, sleeping next to me, breathing peacefully.
I turned my head slightly, watched her in silence, the soft city light filtering through the windows, gently outlining her face. God... I missed her more than words could express.
My wife was here, and yet so far away.
Bec
