Winnie felt a tension rise within her as her mind wandered to Van's grueling schedule over the past few days. She realized he had probably been getting less than four hours of sleep a night. She opened the door and caught a faint glimmer of weariness in his dark, deep eyes. His expression was silent, as if sheer willpower and the cigarette between his fingers were the only things keeping him upright.

'I'm sorry," he said quietly. 'I should've acted like a gentleman and told you I'd ...