Then suddenly, like shards of glass breaking free from his mind, Adam’s lost memories came flooding back: Clara packing cardboard boxes, her quiet voice telling him she needed space and time apart, her hands trembling as she’d said her final goodbye. He’d blocked it all out completely, clinging to their old routines instead of facing the truth.
He remembered walking away from her that day, refusing to listen to her final words, burying the breakup under his own stubborn denial, convincing himself everything between them was still fine and nothing was ending.
