The mahogany door to the bedroom bore the weight of time. The ornate doorknob yielded to Thaddeus’s steady hand as he cautiously pushed it open.

Once inside, Thaddeus Harrington stood with an air of quiet concern etched upon his face, his normally composed demeanor giving way to genuine worry. As the soft murmur of a distant storm outside seemed to echo the within. His presence offered as an aid of comfort.

“I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through, but my dear I’m here now,”