Chapter 36

Clara

The stench of surgical-strength antiseptic burned my nose. My lashes fluttered against fluorescent lights that turned the room around me to blinding white. I was at work; had I fallen asleep in my office with all the lights on?

Wouldn’t be the first time, I supposed.

I shifted to try and find a more comfortable position—and pain shot through my shoulder, hard enough I gasped out loud.

“What—