Gayle crossed her room and kept the black leather bag he was carrying on a table in the corner.
Daryn stared at his father's back as he crossed his hands across his chest. On the inside her was nervous even though his façade was not showing any emotion. Suddenly the door opened and he turned his face sharply to see Cole striding in. Cole dragged a chair out and sat on it near Dawn. Muscles of his face were tight. Tension was palpable in the atmosphere.
Dawn's back was stiff as she watched Gayle slowly turning to face her. He scrubbed his stub and then lifted his eyes to see the siblings. They were staring at him with so many questions in their eyes that it made his heart heavy. He didn't know where to start.
"What would you like to hear Dawn?" he asked. He was looking very tired. "Where would you like me to start with?"
"Start with the beginning," said Cole in an ice-cold voice.
