Ethan
I never thought coming home could feel so good. After everything that had happened in Boston—the meetings, the speeches, the investors, and the constant pressure to make everything perfect—walking through the doors of the mansion was like being able to breathe for the first time in days.
Even the silence seemed different, warmer… and more familiar, I'd even say more ours.
I watched Clara as she walked through the main foyer.
She looked tired; the last few days had been intense for her. Yet, she also looked happy.
And that was something I hadn't seen often since the accident.
I saw her and felt that she was herself again, perhaps not the Clara I remembered from our entire story.
But certainly the strong Clara I had always admired, the woman capable of getting up again and agai
