Charles and Janet's standoff lasted two days. Janet was stubborn, determined even in the face of consequences. Charles was always strict, but only before Janet had he ever compromised repeatedly.
"Charles, Reyn's keeping an eye on things. It should be fine. If you want, I can go to Italy instead." Shaun understood Charles's pain and dilemma. No matter what, he'd support him.
"No use. Janet's made up her mind. If she won't let me go, she definitely won't let you." Charles knew Janet well. Beneath her gentle appearance was the same stubbornness as his. But this time, he wasn't ready to give up—he was so close.
"And what about your decision? You're really not going?" Shaun leaned against the stark white wall, one hand on Charles's shoulder. The contrast was sharp, the hallway silent except for their voices.
