Olive's POV
I could see how much the recent events were taking a toll on Ron. He had slept less and less in his own bed, substituting it for the chair in his study. A six o'clock stubble was growing on his chin and his eyes were red rimmed, looking tired every single day.
I walked into his study while a large steaming cup of coffee stood on his desk, his head bent over some papers.
Dalton couldn't be seen anywhere which was a surprise as he had been stuck to Ron's side right from day one.
After successfully piecing the letters, Ron had begun to involve me more in the case. I fed, bathed and put my pups to sleep before walking to his study.
"Hey", I greeted, passing him a blinding smile.
"Someone is happy today", he smirked but I could tell he was tired.
"You should get some rest",
