Lunch break.
Jesse Rowan left the Cheney Family, and Sylvan Cheney poured himself a cup of hot water in his office.
Having drunk some alcohol and smoked quite a bit earlier, his stomach felt uncomfortable.
Sunlight streamed through the glass window, sparkling on the floor and weaving an intricate tapestry.
Sylvan Cheney reached out to press a button, and the curtains closed.
Instantly, the office plunged into darkness and silence, with everything around becoming quiet.
Sylvan Cheney took off his suit jacket and walked towards the lounge.
The weather was good today, and he planned to take some time in the afternoon to visit the cemetery.
Leaning on the bed, Sylvan Cheney wasn't really sleepy; he simply wanted to rest for a while. Just as he placed his phone on the table, he suddenly thought of Chale Cheney, far away in Lonton.
A man's thoughts aren't as detailed as a woman's, but he missed his own child deeply.
