(Clara)
By the time I got home, my head felt like a mess.
The rain had soaked the edges of my jeans despite the umbrella Ethan insisted I keep in my bag for “emergencies,” and my thoughts had been loud the entire drive back.
Too loud and I hated that.
I hated that one conversation with Callum could still throw me off balance no matter how hard I tried to move forward.
Because I was moving forward.
I had Ethan.
Ethan was kind to me. Easy to be around. He didn’t confuse me or make me feel like I was constantly standing in the middle of something dangerous.
Things with him made sense.
So why did I still feel restless?
I pushed the thought away immediately the second I stepped into the apartment.
Anna looked up from the couch the moment she saw me.
“You look stressed.”
“I’m tired.
