Chapter 104

Clara

Dario had missed another dinner.

Or, rather, he was in the process of missing it. I sat at the head of the long dining table, where he’d normally sit; for some reason it felt wrong to leave it vacant. Beside me, Leo pushed food around his plate with his fork, and on his other side, Sabrina leaned in to encourage him to eat.

As she sat up, she offered me a small half-smile, like she was tryin