SIXTEEN
SIXTEEN –––––––– “I need to talk to Zara.” Those were the first words Devon heard when she walked into the dining room the following morning. Though they weren’t directed at her, they did make her stop because she hadn’t expected Zave to be in this room, sitting at the head of the table. Yet, there he was, talking to Thad who was seated at his left eating brunch. The table was covered with food, and Bess stood at the foot of the table folding laundry from one basket into another. “That will give Zar the shock of her life,” Thad said in reaction to what Zave had said, and the doctor raised his brows at her in what she guessed was a good morning. Thad carried on eating. Zave was taking notes in a pad to the left of his plate that was clear now but showed signs it had been used. Moving
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