Elin’s POV:

His appetite didn’t seem very good—I guessed the wound still hurt.

He kept furrowing his brow slightly, as if holding something in. Thinking that all of this was because of me made my eyes burn.

Then I remembered that night when he had thrown me out of the ward; in the dark I had seen Clara looking intimate with another man who bent down to kiss her. The distance was far and the light dim, so I couldn’t clearly see who he was.

Thinking of that, I blurted, “Clara—why ...