Chapt. 58

Tuesday, Dylan hasn't called. When she did, it kept going to the answering machine. That made her wonder why. Perhaps he was too busy. She consoled. She has been having thoughts on seeing Lydia on the matter but regarded it as puerile. It was just two little days.

Now that Louisa has known the existence of the chic restaurant a few blocks away, she prepared to leave just to be stopped, upon opening the door, by the word exchange between Nerry and a familiar woman with a sleeping baby in a pram—Lydia.

When Lydia turned to her, she smelled something was up. It seemed to her that the girl had cried and was still about to cry at her view.

Has Mason broken her heart already? Or has something happened to Dylan? Louisa wondered.

"Lydia, come in." Louisa ignored the information-required procedure she was undergoing.

Lydia pushed the baby pram into Louisa's office. "Make yourself comfortable."

On cue, Lydia set back on crying. Louisa didn't know what to do as she wasn't used to such circums