Chapter 59

Clara

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across my room. My borrowed room. In the guest house of Dario’s manor. Because I still didn’t have my own damned life.

I perched at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. Dario’s words replayed in my mind on an endless loop: his confessions, his regrets, his misconceived attempts at doing what was right.

My hands trembled in my lap.

He’