Distraction I

Riccardo was not himself all through the ride. In the last few minutes on the drive, Elma had lost so much color that it began to worry him. He did not know to keep pondering over how bad the Escades shooting was getting to her. Was he wrong to have left her alone once they'd returned at the office?

Riccardo hated how he'd begun to worry for her. Things were not supposed to happen like this. He was not supposed to feel for her.

He was tempted to start up a conversation but he did not think that that was the ideal thing to do. He would much rather instruct his chauffeur to flip the car onto the adjacent lane and head them right up the hospital. Elma's constant drain of colour was the kind to put him on the edge. And he would be damned if she mouthed any of the Escades incident to a single soul for whatever reason.