Chapter 130: The Shadow Of Obsession, Part 18, Lost

CHARLOTTE

"Toast, Master?" I offer the rack, stacked with crisp, golden and gently steaming slices. He's sitting part-dressed to head for work, in a clean white shirt. A curl of dark hair shows where the top button is open.

He's not paying attention. His gaze is so far away. Wherever he is, he's not with me or Michael in our beautiful mountain home.

"Master? Would you like some toast?"

His eyes refocus, swinging to me. He smiles, but the smile is pale and wan. "No, thank you, Charlotte. Just coffee is fine."

"More coffee then? I'll make another pot."

"Thank you, yes." And he looks away again.

He looks.... lost....

I make the coffee, grinding extra beans so it's strong, the way he likes it. As I return to the table, Michael is saying, "So, what's it today, James? Anything interesting?" He seems not to hear. "James?"

He turns to Michael. "I'm sorry. What was that?"