Artemisia
As I step into the office, my heart stops.
Cayden has his face buried in his hands, and I feel so much desperation at seeing him like this, that I could cry.
I would like to step around the desk and hug him, but that would hardly be appropriate.
“Please take a seat,” he says with an exhausted sigh, and I sit down, keeping silent.
As he passes a hand over his face, it looks like he is about to think about how to start the conversation. I give him time to come up with something, but as he still doesn’t say anything, I decide to speak first. “What is happening, Cayden? What are you all keeping from me?”
“I’m sorry, Missy. But I can’t talk to you about that now. Not yet. Unfortunately, it’s not my place to do so.” He says calmly, worry flashing in his eyes. “Fynn has to mak
