(Callum)
The realization followed me for the entire weekend.
No matter what I was doing.
No matter how hard I tried to focus on something else.
The thought remained.
Maybe I wasn’t trying to move on.
Maybe I was trying to replace her.
And if that was true, then it wasn’t fair to anyone involved.
Not Ava.
Not Clara.
Not even me.
I stared at the document open on my laptop for several seconds before realizing I hadn’t actually read a single word.
With a sigh, I closed it.
My apartment was quiet.
Too quiet.
Normally I appreciated that.
Lately, it seemed to give my thoughts too much room.
The problem was that every road led back to the same place.
Clara.
I hated that.
God, I hated it.
Because I was old enough to know better.
Experienced enough to know better.
Yet somehow
