Chapter 42

Clara

The clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of Leo’s voice filled the small dining room. Dario’s presence was like a shadow on our dinner, turning the taste of my Nonna’s lasagne recipe to ash in my mouth.

But as Leo talked, relating the hours spent with Dario working on the car, his eager grin nearly tore his face in two. He’d truly, genuinely, enjoyed his time with his fath—with Dario.

And