A Misdirected Gift

"What did she mean by scolding me like that?" Dante stood in front of the hospital bed, looking down at Clara and observing every change in her expression.

"I didn't hear clearly just now. Go ask her yourself." Clara sat on the edge of the bed, holding her son in her arms. Her heart was pounding. If she hadn't stopped Piper just now, who knows what shocking things Piper would have said.

Dante had