Chapter 60

Dario

How could you do this? The words echoed over and over in my head—the ones I wanted to ask. The answer I desperately yearned to know. My side ached with a vengeance, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

Clara had vehemently protested to me leaving my sick room at the manor. She had been even less happy with the idea of me walking out of my own accord.

Getting into the backseat