He turned the ring over in his fingers, the small diamond catching light one last time before disappearing into his palm. "I'll find her, Trish," he said quietly. "I don't care what it takes."
"Of course. Of course. I will," Trish said quickly, nodding. "How is Sylvia doing?" She leaned back in her chair, fiddling with the strap of her handbag.
Winn sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "As fine as she can be," he said finally. "We're all just… hanging in there."
Trish's eyes softened. "She isn't picking my calls. Could you tell her to reach out?" she asked. "I don't think now is the time for her to lock herself away. Just… tell her she's not alone, okay?"
Winn gave her a small, grateful nod. "Of course. Sure. Thanks for looking out for her."
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