One Night, No Names의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 69

Jason Mike stepped out of the stairwell and into the quiet stretch of corridor near the elevators, phone pressed tightly to his ear. He kept his voice low, controlled.“Calm down,” Mike said for the third time. “Just breathe for a second.”On the other end, my voice came through sharp and jagged. “Don’t tell me to calm down.”“I’m telling you because you’re spiraling.”“How the hell am I supposed to be calm?” I snapped. “You expect me to just sit here like this is normal?”Mike leaned against the wall, staring at the muted reflection of himself in the brushed metal elevator doors. “Yelling isn’t going to change anything.”“Nothing about this is something I can just breathe through,” I shot back. “Clara ran away, Mike. Clara didn’t just step out. She didn’t ask for space. She disappeared.”Mike let him talk.“And now you’re telling me she ends up unconscious somewhere with another man?” I continued, my voice thick with disbelief. “How do you want me to process that?”“You don’t know

Jason I stood beside my car, phone pressed tight to my ear, the night air cold against my face. My heart was still racing, adrenaline pushing through me in sharp waves.“Listen to me,” Mike was saying on the other end. “I can take care of this. I’ll handle the details. I’ll talk to the right people, pull the full report, figure out exactly what happened.”I stared at the dark stretch of road ahead of me.“I’ve got it,” Mike continued. “You don’t need to do anything reckless. Let me manage it.”I let out a short, unsteady breath. “I don’t care about any of that.”“You should.”“I don’t.” My voice hardened. “I don’t care about reports. I don’t care about timelines. I don’t care whose fault it was or what the paperwork says.”“Jason—”“I don’t care about anything else but Clara.”The words came out raw, stripped of anger now. There was no accusation in them. No pride. Just fear.“Clara was alone,” Mike said. “In a car. In the middle of the night. She went into shock. She doesn’t reme

Clara The quiet doesn’t last.It stretches thin, fragile as glass, and then it cracks.I studied Aiden for a long moment, my earlier softness draining away as something sharper took its place. The word couples still echoes in my mind. The headlights. The pavement. His face above mine. The nurse’s knowing smile.None of its lines line up cleanly.My pulse begins to climb again, but this time it isn’t panic.It’s frustration.I push myself up straighter against the pillows, wincing slightly at the pull in my head, but she doesn’t look away from him.“Okay,” I said slowly. “What the fuck is going on?”The bluntness of it slices through the room.Aiden stills.Not offended. Not shocked.Just… bracing.“Clara—”“No.” I shake my head, the movement making me dizzy, but she powers through it. “I wake up in a hospital. I don’t remember half of what happened. A nurse calls us a couple. I remember you almost hitting me with your car.” My voice tightens. “And somehow we live together?”Aiden

Clara I kept my eyes closed, not fully asleep, not fully awake suspended in that fragile space where thoughts feel louder than the world around you.That was when I heard it.A faint sound at first. Not the mechanical hiss of oxygen, not the distant squeak of a cart in the hallway. This was different. A shift of weight. The soft creak of the door eased open and caught before it clicked shut again.My pulse skipped.The nurse didn’t react. My fingers tightened slightly against the thin hospital blanket. I told myself it was nothing. Breathing.Not close enough to touch her, but close enough to feel.And then“Clara.”My name was low and familiar. A voice I knew the way I knew my own reflection.Jason.Not loud. Not urgent. Just there.Every muscle in my body went rigid, but I forced my breathing to remain slow and even. I didn’t open my eyes. Didn’t turn my head. If I moved, it would make it real.The nurse cleared her throat softly and adjusted in her chair. “You okay, Clara?

Jason My voice tore through the lobby, loud enough to make conversations falter and heads turn. “Get your hands off me!” I shouted, twisting against the security guard’s grip. My face was flushed not with guilt, but with indignation and my eyes burned with disbelief. “I haven’t done anything wrong! You don’t get to grab me like I’m some kind of criminal!”The security man kept my hold firm but measured, clearly trained not to escalate. That only seemed to fuel my outrage. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?” I demanded, though the question wasn’t about status so much as principle. “You can’t just decide I look suspicious and start manhandling me. That’s not how this works!”I tried to pull free again, not violently but insistently, as though the very contact offended me. “Take your hands off me,” I repeated, slower now but no less forceful. “You don’t get to treat people like this just because you feel like it. I have every right to be here.”The guard attempted to speak