James
Michael is showing the strain, constantly pacing Richard’s office. I’m about to ask him to stop doing it, but pull myself up short as I realise I’m doing the same myself.
We’ve not heard from Charlotte now for two days.
Beth has shadows under her eyes. Richard has sent her upstairs, supposedly to sleep. But I’m not sure if she will.
And Richard himself…. He looks almost haunted. Perhaps someone who didn’t know him well wouldn’t spot it, as he puts up a show of going about his daily work, but every so often, I catch him staring into the distance.
Francis too, I see watching him constantly, if surreptitiously. Then too, I see her eyes following Michael as he stalks back and forth.
“You’ve not heard from her again?” Anxiety lies layered within Richard’s words.
Michael snarls. “Yo
