Chapter 47 A City Without Memories

• ZOE
• California wasn’t as noisy as I expected. Ethan chose a house atop a hill, overlooking the ocean, surrounded by silence and minimalist design. Every corner smelled of control, of perfection. Sometimes it seemed beautiful to me, like a carefully designed postcard. Sometimes it felt unreal. But I said nothing. I walked barefoot across the light wooden floor, a cup of coffee in my hands, listening to the soft sound of the wind slipping through the open windows. He said this was the beginning of everything. A new chapter. Without past. Without guilt.
• “Did you sleep well?” he asked one morning as he served me coffee in the kitchen that looked like it came from a magazine.