CONRAD
“Mr Conrad, are you okay?” Colton asked as he entered my study, his voice calm.
I glanced at him. “What about Amelia? Is she eating?" I asked.
He nodded reassuringly.
I was still glancing at him. "Sit down, Colton. Make yourself comfortable.”
He glanced at the chair beside him, then back at me, shaking his head in the negative. He always stood whenever he came to talk to me. I wanted to make it different this time. He didn't need to stand anymore.
"It's okay, Mr Conrad,” he said. "I prefer to stand.”
"Come on, Colton. Take a seat.”
Reluctantly, he sat down on the leather chair across from me, straightening up. “Is everything alright, Mr Conrad?" he asked.
I leaned on the desk, my hands under my jaw, supporting it. "I don't know. I have no idea if everything is okay or not
