Michael looked confused. “What’s going on?”
“It’s a long story, sir. May I come in?”
He nodded and stepped aside, allowing me entrance into the house. I could smell something delicious baking in the kitchen, like cake or cookies. I hated to disappoint him with the news that Christopher Vega wasn’t coming to dinner tonight.
“I should go see her and see if she's alright,” Michael said, but it looked like he needed an explanation more than anything. I could feel her. Michael’s questions had stirred her emotions once again.
“I think she needs a moment alone, sir,” I told him. He looked very confused. I didn’t know where to begin.
“John, what’s going on? First, you show up here without Christopher after you said it was okay and that you had no problem bringing him. And now, Claudia runs up
