Chapter 38.
Lance poured the last dregs of the coffee into the two cups. Yesterday had been an unmitigated disaster. He could not comprehend how Løna could do what she was doing. He would never have believed that she was capable of changing her mind on a rejection just because of a title, destroying her family in the process.
The door to the room Bent was staying in opened, as the heartbroken man walked into the living room. His red-rimmed eyes from the tears he had shed, sat above two dark circles of swollen skin, the bags from the lack of sleep, not only from the previous evening, but since his wife had given birth.
“Hey, I am going to make a fresh pot, but here,” Lance kindly said, passing him a cup, his heart going out to the poor man whose world had been ripped from under him.
