She had learned not to.
“He’s a patient,” she said calmly. “People talk to patients.”
Matteo’s gaze shifted briefly to Nicholas’s still face.
“That one doesn’t need conversation.”
Clara tightened the line gently.
“Then it won’t matter if I keep reading.”
A pause.
Then Matteo stepped slightly closer.
“People like him don’t stay asleep forever.”
Clara finally looked at him.