PETER JOHNSONI stood as soon as I spotted her being led through the entrance of the private section of the restaurant by a staff.

She had asked to see me. I was here with my friend who owned the place when she'd called.

I had to stay and wait for her. She sounded distraught but there was also this anger folded between layers of hurt and pain.

What had Jared foolishly done to the poor girl this time?

"Uncle Pete." She came to give me a hug.

I returned the hug warmly, then held her at arm's ...