"Mr. Swift, Sherry is starting to eat and the facility has arranged for her to meet with Monica tomorrow." Eral came to Aaron and looked at the man still busy at his desk and whispered an update on things.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I thought that she would be able to carry it for a long time."

His hand sank and the nib of the fountain pen pierced the sheet of signature paper.

Eral hangs his head in silence.

"Keep an eye on the movements over there and report back to me at the first sign of anything."

"Yes, Mr. Swift."

The hands continued to move forward and...