(Clara)
The question sat heavily in my chest.
I could feel it.
The longer the silence stretched between us, the more impossible it became to ignore.
Callum had seen my father.
That alone wasn’t surprising.
Both of them were attending the same conference.
What bothered me was the look that crossed his face when I mentioned Dr. Henry Stone.
It wasn’t anger.
It wasn’t discomfort.
It was something much more complicated.
The kind of expression people wore when a memory appeared unexpectedly.
The kind of expression people wore when the past refused to stay buried.
For several moments, neither of us spoke.
The evening breeze moved through the trees above us while students crossed the courtyard in the distance.
The world continued normally.
Unfortunately, nothing about this convers
