Walter's phone buzzed to life out of the blue.
"Sir, I'm feeling a lot better now, ready to get back to the mission in Southern Crownlands."
David's voice was stuffy and sounded like he was on the tail end of a cold.
He already knew the whole drama about Evangeline getting nabbed by Julia while trying to rush him to the hospital.
Taking a beat, he cautiously broached the subject, "How's Mrs. Gordon holding up?"
It was not that he doubted Walter's expertise, but Evangeline's trouble was tied to him, and he could not shake off the guilt without checking in.
"She's fine now." Walter kept his voice even, masking whatever he was feeling.
"She's fine?" David echoed, relief flooding his words. "That's a relief, a huge relief."
Knowing Evangeline was out of hot water made his own heart lighter.
"I'll head out tonight, catch a flight to Southern Crownlands."
He mulled it over briefly before filling Walter in.
"Sure about that?" Walter was the one caught off guard then. "Weren't you and Celina in a spat? You don't have to go..."
He saw David as a brother and took his brother's big life moments to heart. However, before he could get all the words out, David cut him off.
"No need, Mr. Walter Gordon. I appreciate the thought." David inhaled sharply on the other end, "Stepping away is the best thing for her right now."
His fever had broken, and though his head was still foggy, his heart had found some peace.
Celina's words kept replaying in his mind, haunting him with every echo.
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