Chapter 4Since the trial had been cut short when Talya and Samuel left Washington, D.C. unexpectedly, James Flaubert never had a chance to travel to the East Coast and talk to Talya for weeks. He was sitting in his office when Aziz came in.
James stood up to shake hands with the doctor. “Welcome home, Aziz! How was your flight?”
Dr. Aziz Hendrix, a physician practicing in Vancouver for quite a few years, had remained at Talya’s side and had given her the solace and comfort she had needed in times when the world had seemed to crumble around her. Already in his mid-thirties, his dark hair, tanned face and reserved demeanor couldn’t hide his Islamic origin. He took a seat across James’s desk before replying. “It was okay, as any flight goes, I suppose.”
“You don’t sound too happy to be hom
