The meeting proceeds, and Theo tries to contain the sigh threatening to pass his lips. His left hand rests on the thigh of his wife, Daphne, as his eyes are fixed at the front. All he wants to do is go home and lose himself in the bottom of a firewhiskey bottle.

Just as he feels he may fall asleep, Theo feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He fights the urge to turn his head as the corners of his lips twitch upward.