long-time Chief of Staff and a man who knew

eyes were

for the first time in years when we were alone. "Are yo

e, sad-looking plant I was

ell, Mr. Davies. Noth

Westbrook Star... He should know wha

ips. "What good would it do now, Mr. Davies?

r acknowledgment. I loved fiercely, yes, but I could a

ting towards my old ergonomic chair, the one specifically designed for my back i

ice carrying easily. "Jane won't be needing it anymo

' re too kind. Are you sure Jane doesn

ething, a ghost of pain

ust continued to

ssion on his face. He probably expected

hrugged, turning back to

s lips tight. "He doesn't understan

He doesn't. And I won't be the one to enlighten him. My n

. It was probably bet

t clean. Like a wound that h