Snow fell softly over Chicago, blanketing the city in a layer of white that muffled the sounds of traffic and life. George stood at the window of his apartment, watching the flakes drift down from a leaden sky. It had been three months since his trip to Vermont, three months since he'd reconnected with David Holloway and started the foundation. Three months since he'd felt like he was finally moving forward.
Sam found him there, her footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"You're thinking about David again."
George nodded. "I can't help it. I keep wondering if he's okay. If he's managing."
"He's managing just fine. You've seen the foundation reports. He's doing good work."
"I know. But I still worry."
Sam ki
