Chapter 212

• MILO
• If the revelation that struck him like lightning that Sunday impacted him, the time that followed did nothing to temper his unease.
• The days passed slowly and empty, and nothing he did could shake him from the sadness. Not even the exhausting work, in which he sought to immerse himself, helped him. Between days filled with people and papers that he increasingly detested to tragically desolate nights, the days flowed.