"Are you feeling better?" I asked handing her a cup of tea.
"Yes. Sorry about that, Miss." Aurora sniffled taking the cup.
"Aurora." I pulled a chair up and sat in front of her.
"Before I tell you about what I found, will you be willing to listen to my excuse? Though that does feel a little … I just want to try to clear the image you may have of me at the moment. That is, if you don't mind, Miss."
Sounds like she's just stalling for time.
Yes, but I still want to hear her out.
It's your decision, not mine. Go ahead.
"What do you have to say?" I asked, taking a sip of my tea.
"Thank you so much, Miss." Aurora beamed then regained her composure again, "Sorry. Now, about thirty years ago, I met your father. We weren't in the same division and, though he was the partner I had for the shortest amount of time, he left a huge impact on me. Much more than any of the other partners I had.
