RainaIt’s almost dinner time, and the council has not left the office that they requested. Malcolm is tense; he wants to interrupt, I know it. But it’s not the wise thing to do, so he is quietly pacing, slowly unraveling.“Malcolm,” I say his name softly, and his head snaps towards me, more on edge than I would like him to be. I give him a soft smile as I reassure him, “It will all be okay.”He nods his head, and I ask, “Should we head to dinner?”He looks at the time and says, “Shit, babe, why didn’t you say something sooner? We haven’t eaten since breakfast.”I shrug, “I’m on edge too; I wasn’t hungry earlier.”His eyes roam over me, too concerned for my well-being. I walk over, placing my hand on his arm. “Malcolm, stop worrying. I’m fine, and we have too many other things to worry about at the moment.”He brushes some hair behind my ear and cups my face as he breathes deeply, “I just don’t like the way they’re lurking around. I don’t like that they’re plotting against me, against
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