Cayenne was perplexed at the turn of events. She was just telling him what he needed to do and now, Thomas was crying silently in front of them. At the same time, since there were only the three of them inside the private room, they just allowed him to let his tears fall. There was nothing wrong with it. We all needed to cry to feel a little better and men are no exception.
After some time, he wiped his tears with tissues, took a deep breath, and exhaled soundly. "I think I'm okay now. Jill and Travis came last week and they said almost the same thing as you. I heard them but I wasn't really able to give their words some thought. I was so occupied with Monet's condition."
"Feeling frustrated, depressed, and preoccupied with so many things; that is natural. We won't take it against you and I am glad that we could be of little help. Anyway, you have to eat first. You look like a ghost to me."
