A The attraction of doubt

ps. I couldn't escape the memory of Claire and the way she had looked at me. It was as if

ore. The confrontation with Claire, her words, her gaze... it had all been a whirlwind that had made me waver. But the mor

oo close to her. Claire wasn't just a suspect. She was a challenge, a chal

to return to reason. But every time I tried to focus on the files, my thoughts inevitably turned back to Claire. To her

ted me. But I couldn't concentrate. Every page I turned seemed blurry, my mind distra

needed fresh air, to get out. To breathe. An obsession

it was a mistake. I knew it was complicating everything. But I couldn't help wanting to understand

shouldn't have crossed. I was supposed to be an investigator, not a man trapped by his emotions.

n Claire's door, my heart pounding faster with each passing second. When she opened, I saw

aid, her voice

ntrol. "I know it's not the right time, bu

It was clear that she was aware of the connection slowly forming b

t understand. When I stepped into her apartment, a wave of warmth washed over me, but at the same time, a growing unease. I was o

almost tangible. We looked at each other, both lost in our thoughts, but neit

other reason, didn't

to understand you, Claire." I turned towards her. "There's somet

er of her lips. "It's not that simple, Daniel. You want

rejecting me. Not entirely. It was as though, in some corner of her mind, sh

easy solution." She suddenly stood up, her movements becoming more frantic, as if she wanted to flee. But she st

time. I knew now that I was immersed in a sea of uncertainty. I hadn't seen it