Sylvia sighed, shoulders slumping. "Oh, Winn. I don't like this."
"Me neither," he admitted, and that honesty made her heart ache even more. "But what choice do I have, Syl? If I let House of Kane fall, Dad will rejoice that he was right all along. I am a failure."
"Gosh, I need a drink," Sylvia said suddenly.
"Don't even play about that," Winn warned. He was exhausted, emotionally shredded, yet still trying to keep up the brotherly façade.
"I'm kidding," Sylvia said quickly, throwing up her hands in surrender. "But seriously! This kind of conversation demands some strong brandy."
"Syl!!!" Winn thundered.
"Fine, fine, I get it," she muttered.
"Speaking of," Winn began, shifting gears. "Reese will be reassigned to you starting tomorrow. Wherever you go, he goes."
"Wait, what? You're giving me Reese?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips. "You truly do love me."
