Rietta and Zephyr had a long conversation in his office just before dinner and she left the meeting looking rather subdued, her face tear stained. Nielle wondered what had been said but wasn’t sure that she dared ask. She tiptoed past the office, peeking in the open door and saw Zephyr sitting in his chair. He had his fingers steepled and his eyes closed. A troubled look was on his face, almost as if he were sad… She wondered what he was thinking and how he was feeling. There could be no doubt that recent events were weighing heavily on him, and she speculated that he probably felt everything was falling to pieces around him.
Hesitating by the door, Nielle waged an internal battle. Part of her wanted to go in and offer comfort, or at least a listening ear, yet she wasn’t sure if it would
