Chapter FiveThe Clinique Sobel, later the same day.
Lucia Cannavaro was spellbound by the size and luxurious nature of the room in which she found herself. “Mamma mia,” she said to the empty room, “this is bigger than our apartment at home. What would Antonio think?”
The room was indeed large by anyone's standards, and represented the extensive expenditure on its clients' comfort that the clinic had invested in its accommodations. The walls were covered in soft-hued pink and white wallpaper with a delicate floral design woven in, and the carpet, in a matching shade of pink, had a deep pile that bare feet sank into easily. Recessed lighting had been installed in the walls, obviating the need to turn on the overhead lights, which themselves were housed in an ornate solid brass fitting remi
