Chapter 26

Clara

I kept seeing Dario’s face: as I grabbed coffee from the abandoned kitchen the next morning; as I slid behind the wheel of my car to head to work; as I rode the elevator up to the emergency surgery wing.

The grim determination in that expression was either honesty, or the look of a man who’d force-fed himself a lie long enough to believe it was truth. And where Dante was concerned, I was inc