Chapter 72

Dario

Clara sat silent in the passenger seat of my car. I steered through the evening-dark streets of the city, resisting the urge to put a comforting hand on her shoulder or thigh. Resisting the urge to ask, to banish the quiet with words.

She needed this quiet, I knew.

This was not a normal silence, or even a pensive one. Certainly, she must have been reflecting over the past handful of hours—we