Chapter 94

Clara

As the weeks passed, the clinic began to take shape. We had rooms and cots. Bandages and antiseptic. Food, water, shelter. So much to offer, but the one thing we lacked were patients.

“How is anybody supposed to find out about this?” Sabrina asked from the kitchen island, where she sat behind a half-empty bottle of wine. “It’s not like we can exactly start posting on Instagram about it.”

“Ri