A Measure of Affection

"Ms. Winslow, didn't sleep well last night?" Vance asked, his gaze fixed on her puffy, swollen eyelids.

He had been radio silent all day, and his first words were a dig.

"Morning, I guess..." Nolan mumbled from the side.

Clara, who was walking over, saw the two imposing figures next to Celine and looked terrified. She frantically pointed to a spot farther away, signaling for Celine to escape.

Celi