Clara
I close the door of my apartment and the silence welcomes me as a truth that I cannot avoid.
I leave the bag on the table without turning on the lights right away. The city enters through the windows in blue and gold tones. I lean against the door and close my eyes.
"Then I'll prove it over time."
His voice is still there, but it's not that phrase that squeezes my chest. It's another... One he didn't say today, one he never said.
I walk barefoot to the window and rest my hands on the cold glass. My reflection gives me back a steady woman. Safe. But underneath that security there is memory.
And memory doesn't disappear because someone finally understands.
It's been two years, two years since I signed the divorce with a hand that didn't tremble... Even though I was breaking insi
