Chapter 68

Dario

The silence of my office was suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the desk lamp and the rhythmic pacing of my polished shoes on the floor. Clara perched in the chair beside my desk, her arms wrapped around herself.

Like she was holding herself together. Or perhaps shielding herself against the brute force of all that had happened. All that had still to happen.

I hated seeing her like