When I stepped out of our bedroom, I overheard Duke on the phone. I attempted to listen but he ended the call too swiftly.

He thundered around the room and down the opposite hallway to his bedroom during his stay. When he emerged, there was a deep crease in his forehead

and he looked determined.

Even the quickness of his strides was determined.

He stopped when he noticed me and smiled. It was a pity smile. One that was an attempt at hiding something from ...