Whispers Of Death
Almost three weeks had gone by since the last time Rex saw his son. He sat back in his office lost in his thoughts, wondering how Leon was coping with the tremendous added responsibilities of the family businesses. His heart was heavy and his health was beginning to deteriorate. Hence, there was little he could do to support his son.
Every morning, Rex would take a walk around his wife's garden, appreciating the splendor of nature and all its magical beauty. He spoke less, drank less, and worked less. Sometimes he would go into his private office in the pretense of working, just to sleep. He knew that exposing his newly induced sleep syndrome would only make his wife panic. Hence, he was discreet with all his activities.
Deep down within his soul, Rex could hear the whispers of death calling, like a trapped lone wolf crying in a very deep ravine.