Jack walked into the kitchen and indeed, she was the one. Maybe she was here today to help her Mother with she work as she usually did. But somehow, seeing her made him feel as though a workload of a thousand days had been on his shoulders. He cleared his throat and she turned from the oven she was checking, when she saw him, she tried to smile at him but he knew so well this wasn’t the Clara he knew. He curled and uncurled his fist before he manned up and walked further into the kitchen for she was back to doing her work.
“Hey, Clara.” He found himself saying, even though they both knew this wasn’t the right way they used to greet each other after a long break. He still loved her, he realized. Still wanted her to be in his life but it seemed like clear was damn angry at him and that woul
