Chapter 32

Clara

The warm, heavy scents of garlic and thyme filled the kitchen as I tossed vegetables on the sizzling skillet. Normally, cooking calmed me—because it was such a safe, domestic contrast to the high-octane pace of hospital life. But my mind was far from settled; I’d stopped seeing the browning zucchini long ago.

No, instead I was thinking of Dario—replaying the troubled cadence of his voice as