Dominic’s voice cuts through the chaos in my mind.
“Sera… she was depressed.” His words feel distant. “You were there when it happened.”
My vision blurs.
Suddenly, the memory crashes into me.
Violent.
Clear.
Like a door in my mind being kicked open.
***
2 months ago
I’m driving.
The sun is setting outside the windshield. I’m smiling as I grip the steering wheel. I’m on my way to surprise Clara.
My phone rings.
Clara.
I answer.
“Okay, okay,” I laugh softly. “I know you can sense things, but you can’t possibly know I’m coming to—”
“Era.”
Clara cuts me off.
Her voice isn’t playful, It’s shaking, panicked.
“Era… I made a mistake.”
My smile disappears instantly.
“What?”
“I can’t do this,” she whispers. “I can’t… I’m scared.”
My stomach drops.
“Clara, what’s going on?” I pull the car to the side of the road. “Hold on, what are you talking about?”
Clara’s breathing is uneven.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she cries. “My mind keeps telling me to do it… and I don’t want to but I think… I think it’s too late.”
My heart starts racing.
“Clara, what the fuck are you talking about?”
A long pause.
Then the words come out.
