Presidential Suite.
I pushed open the door and saw a tall, straight figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. The warm winter sunlight from behind cast a golden halo around him, as though he were gilded in light.
“Jeseni!” I exclaimed with joy.
I quickly walked over, not even noticing that Wendy hadn’t followed me and had instead kindly closed the door, standing like a statue in the hallway.
Jeseni turned around and stretched out his arms, asking for a hug. “Anni, it’s been so long. Give me a hug.”
I took a step back, feeling a little awkward.
“Why a hug? Jeseni, you’re all grown up now—” I had intended to say that hugging didn’t feel quite appropriate, but then I remembered this child hadn’t received much affection growing up. Now, he was treating me like family, and how could
