Clara
"I know."
With that answer, I thought the conversation would end, but it didn't.
He turned slightly, as if he was going out. And then my phone vibrated.
The sound was low, almost discreet. But in that silence... It was deafening. It was evident that this call was expected by my hurried gesture.
Ethan stopped.
I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want him to associate that gesture with weakness. But my hands were already looking for the device.
It was my mother.
"Mom... How is he?"
"They will do more studies. The doctor wants to rule out something cardiac."
Something hearty.
The air became heavier, but I didn't say anything. I didn't have to.
I rested my hand on the glass table, took a deep breath and wanted to sound strong, I had to give my mother strength.
"He will
