One officer asked Adam when he’d last seen Clara in person. Adam opened his mouth to answer right away, but his sudden certainty crumbled away. He remembered quiet mornings together and cozy evenings on the couch, but none of the memories lined up clearly in his mind. Dates blurred together, moments overlapped, leaving him grasping at broken fragments of time.
Cold panic washed over him like ice water. His memories felt vivid and real, but every piece of evidence contradicted what he believed. Had he misremembered their last weekend together? Had she seemed distant and he’d ignored it? Had he missed all the signs of something far more serious? Every question hollowed him out more and more.
