One officer asked when he last saw Clara in person. Adam opened his mouth to answer, but his certainty faltered. He remembered mornings together and conversations on the couch, but none of it aligned cleanly. Dates blurred, moments overlapped, leaving him grasping at fragments of time.
Panic slid through him like ice. His memories felt vivid, but the evidence contradicted him at every turn. Had he misremembered their last weekend together? Had she seemed distant? Had he missed signs of something deeper? Every question hollowed him further.