Chapter 53

Dario

I was back in the hospital, though this time, I leaned against the wall of the break room. Arms crossed. Face probably a mask of stoic detachment.

I was supposed to be meeting a vendor about the snack machine, but as yet, he’d failed to show. Irritation churned in my veins.

The fluorescent lights overhead hummed faintly, cast a sterile glow on the room below. Doctors and patients moved past