Just the echo of a house too big for one person.
I didn't miss her as a wife, I missed her as a structure. And that was what baffled me the most.
Because I didn't know how to name that feeling without accepting that Clara had been more important than what I wanted to see while I had her.
More days passed, and then I understood. She wasn't going back, not because she was upset, not because she wanted me to look for her. But because, for the first time, she had chosen not to return to a place where she was not seen. And I... I was the last to notice it.
That night I poured myself a drink and sat in the darkness of the living room. I didn't think about calling her. I didn't think to ask for explanations. I thought something much more uncomfortable... That losing her wasn't going to destro
