A look of sudden recollection crossed Mr. Raymond's face. "Are you the daughter of Jonathon Klein?" he inquired.
Thea on hearing her Father's name nodded her head "Yes,he is my father."
Thea's gaze intensified as she faced Mr. Raymond. "Did you know my father?" she asked, her voice low and measured.
Mr. Raymond's expression turned solemn, his eyes veiled with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia. "I had the privilege of meeting your father on several occasions," he said, his voice low and reflective. "My friend, who was his supervisor, often shared stories about him. He was a truly exceptional person... his passing was a tremendous loss, and I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for you." Mr. Raymond's voice was laced with empathy, his words spoken with a deep sense of compassion.
Thea listened intently, her heart aching as she heard Mr. Raymond's words. She could sense the genuine sorrow in his voice, and it touched her deeply.
