Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Three

Sarah’s reply had been quiet and I had had to strain my ears to hear it.

“I’m just tired.”

There had been a hollow weariness to her voice that had made me feel like someone was crushing my heart in a tight fist. It’s a sound I could never have associated with Sarah who had always been such a confident and energetic person. 

And now she sits in one of the seats, silent, not offering any input. The men and women at the table are talking and discussing the options but Sarah is just blankly staring into the distance. 

Finally, her grandfather looks at her, “What do you think, Sarah?”

She moves in her seat, a slow movement before looking around the table, “I think everyone here is more experienced than me when it comes to strategy. I hardly think my opinion is needed.”