I sat at my desk, fingers drumming impatiently on the polished wood surface. The minutes ticked by slowly, and I found my mind wandering back to Riley. I couldn't shake the image of her from my mind, especially the look on her face when she left.
My frustration was mounting, and I was beginning to question if leaving them alone was a good idea. Just as I was about to get up and storm into the dining hall, the door to my office creaked open.
"Grandma, you took your time," I said, unable to mask the irritation in my voice.
Leora stepped in, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She moved gracefully to the couch, her movements fluid and deliberate, and sat down with a serene expression. "Patience, Seraphine," she chided gently. "Some things take time."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "What did you talk about?"
