Devon sat there for a long moment after Yvonne left the dining room.
The room felt suddenly quieter without her, the morning sun pouring in through the big windows, making the orange juice in the pitcher sparkle and the fresh fruit look even brighter.
He stared at his half-eaten croissant, as he poked at it absent-mindedly, turning it over on the plate without really eating. His mind was racing, jumping from one possibility to the next.
What could the surprise be?
The way she'd listened so intently, her eyes filling with tears as he opened up about his condition. Made things closer, more raw, like a door had cracked open that wasn't closing anytime soon.
He shook his head a little, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the confusion swirling in his head.
He pushed his chair back slightly with a soft scrape on the floor, about to stand up when he noticed the maid lingering a few steps away near the doorway to the kitchen.
