He looked relieved.

When they were safely occupied, Tristan asked to speak with me in Robert’s study.

This time Sabrina came too, at her own insistence.

“I don’t want another version of this story told without witnesses,” she said.

Tristan winced.

I wasn’t sure whether the remark was intended to hurt him, but it did.

The study smelled of cedar and old books.

A framed military photograph hung behind Robert’s desk.