“I am very sorry for your loss,” said William. He stroked Oliver dispassionately on the shoulder.
“I know how Cyllvia was important to you, Oliver,” said Richard. He held Oliver in a long embrace. He looked apologetically toward Camille.
“Thank-you for coming,” said Oliver. He stepped away from the pair.
“We wanted to come sooner, but the protests are clogging the city streets,” said William.
“I know,” said Oliver. “The city is burning.”
“Correctly said, Oliver,” reported Richard. “The looting and rioting downtown have forced our security detail to close the building.”
Oliver began collecting the stuffed animals from the bed. He did not want to talk any longer. His body craved something to release him from the pain of memories.
“The Justice Center is under attack,” said Will
