"I haven't seen Herbert on the news today… and I don't think he has made a statement yet. Where is he?" Florence questioned, her eyes narrowing as they found Athena, who was relaxed on the couch, gaze fixed on the news channel.
At her grandmother's question, Athena only shrugged, her shoulders lifting and falling with a hint of weariness. "I don't know really. When I called Zane, he mentioned that his father was supposed to be at the hospital. I just hope he is okay."
"Of course he is okay. The man moves with security like he is the government itself."
Ewan, who held a sleeping Kathleen carefully in his arms, let out a soft laugh. "But we all do, old man, especially with the situation of things. One cannot afford to be loose with security during this period."
Old Mr. Thorne huffed, making Athena hide her smile behind her hand. "Do you have some kind of beef with Herbert? If so, why would you tell him my schedule for the day?"
