Chapter 23
Claire
The morning arrived with the usual chorus of hallway chatter, slamming lockers, and coffee-fueled teachers trying to corral children who were still half-asleep. On any other day, it would have felt routine, almost comforting. But that morning, I felt a restless flutter low in my stomach, as if my nerves had grown wings.
Because it was Lily’s first day back at school after the accident. And worse, it was Ethan Walker’s first time bringing her.
I kept arranging and rearranging the reading corner pillows, pretending the fabric alignment was of grave importance. Mostly, I was trying to keep my hands busy and my heart steady.
The parents gathered in the hallway outside my classroom, their voices huddled in soft gossip clouds.
“Poor thing… she’s been through so much.”
“Did you hear? Ethan’s back to take care of her.”
“And with Claire teaching here?”
“Messy history, that one.”
I heard every whispered syllable and felt the weight of eyes darting away too quickly whenever I glanced up. Small-town curiosity was relentless, and tragedy was fuel. Add my past with Ethan into the mix, and the whole hallway practically vibrated with anticipation.
I adjusted my sweater, tucked a loose strand of honey-blonde hair behind my ear, and forced myself to breathe. I had handled worse. I had survived worse.
But the moment I heard footsteps approaching, the heavy tread of a man carrying more weight than just a backpack, my pulse skipped.
Ethan.
He appeared in the doorway holding Lily. Lily, clutched his fingers with white-knuckled desperation. Her hair was slightly tangled, her backpack half-zipped, and her eyes swollen from crying. Ethan looked even worse, dark circles with a stressed expression, his shirt untucked on one side.
Something inside me twisted. Because he looked lost.
Our eyes met for a second, and I could almost feel all the parents behind me lean in, hungry for a show.
I straightened my spine.
“Good morning, Lily,” I said softly, ignoring Ethan at first. “We’re all very happy to have you back.”
Lily didn’t answer. She pressed herself closer to Ethan’s leg, burying her little face in the fabric of his jeans.
“She didn’t want to get out of the car,” Ethan said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. “Or eat breakfast. Or… really do anything.”
The helplessness in his voice was raw.
I knelt to Lily’s level. “You don’t have to do everything today, sweetheart. Just one thing at a time. We’ll go slow.”
Lily nodded without looking up.
Behind me, I heard the mothers whisper again.
I ignored them. I had practiced swallowing humiliation. But it still bothered me, because I had worked so hard to build a quiet life, a peaceful one, and now everyone watched as if I were about to fall apart.
I rose and finally let my gaze settle fully on Ethan.
He looked wrecked, both emotionally and physically. His jaw was tight, his shoulders stiff, his hand trembling slightly as he smoothed Lily’s hair. And for a moment, I saw him not as the boy who had broken my heart, but as a man trying desperately to hold everything together.
“Morning,” he murmured, his eyes flicking away almost instantly.
“Morning,” I answered. My tone was polite but neutral, the emotional equivalent of a closed door.
