Threads of the Past

Zinnia's chest tightened, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Timmy, why didn't you tell me? I could've… I don't know, at least said goodbye or offered to help in some way."

"I'm really sorry," Timmy said, and she could tell he genuinely felt bad. "Things were moving so fast. He didn't want to trouble you, especially with everything else going on."

She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Did he say when he'd be back?"

"No," Timmy admitted. "But I'll keep you updated as soon as I hear from him again. I promise."

Zinnia nodded, though he couldn't see it. "Alright. Just… let me know if anything changes."

"Of course, Miss Zinnia," Timmy assured her. "And again, I'm sorry for not telling you sooner."

She ended the call and set her phone down on the coffee table, leaning back against the couch. Her mind raced with thoughts of Samuel and what could have possibly happened with the company.