S E F A' S D I A R Y

A little after sunset, Mama Rica noticed Kay’s red Mercedes-Benz Vision EQS pull into the driveway. She sat in one of the armless chairs facing the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the living room. She had remained there ever since Chorale left. With his navy-blue suit slung over his shoulder, Kay walked into the house looking exhausted. During the flight home, he had felt restless. All he wanted was to return early, take a shower, and wait for Chorale to come back from the hospital where she worked. He had missed her terribly. Since leaving for the business trip, he had barely spoken to her. And during the few moments they talked, she had sounded different — frightened, almost as if she was in pain. He hadn’t liked that at all. He wanted to return home to be with her. That was why he had declined the offer to celebrate with his employees and partners after closing the deal with Newmont Automobiles. He simply told them to go ahead without him. Someone far more important was waiting fo...