REINER
There was something wrong with Becky.
She had not been much herself, health-wise, since we had returned from our vacation, but now ... she was getting worse. She was always tired, pale, and with little to no energy: and as much as she said it was just the heat, or work, I couldn't quite believe it. After all, the busy season for events and weddings had ended - it was now late August, and almost everyone and their mother was away on vacation. Apart from a few errands around the city, she and Sienna were working from home most days.
Initially, I'd thought it was something psychosomatic: in a really egocentric way, I'd thought that, now that she had someone to rely on (i.e., me) again, Becks was finally relaxing and her body was throwing out all the stress accumulated over those y
