Leaning with his head down, feeling defeated, Dammen placed his hands flat against the bedroom door but made no attempt to open it. Sighing at sound of Casina barricading herself in some room down the hall, he straightened. He contemplated the matter for several minutes, not sure how to handle things. Casina had every right to be angry with him, although he had hoped she would react differently upon seeing him again. Then again, after what she had gone through because of him, he really couldn’t blame her for feeling as she did. She needed time to sort things out, as did he. So, putting a hand to the doorknob,...