38 - Felicity

We spend the next few minutes eating in silence. I realize Im hungry after having walked for hours. Shawn is voracious, which I suppose isn't surprising. He only ate two sandwiches last night, which was his first and last meal for the whole day, and then two more this morning, which he ate in the car because he wanted us to leave for Bern early.

That's good. At least he's got his appetite back. Hopefully, the acquisition can get back on track, too. There's still time. But if it does, will I have the heart to ruin his good mood with bad news? On the contrary, if it doesn't, can I really add to his troubles?

Wait a second. I'm not trying to cause Shawn more trouble. I'm trying to soften the consequences of the trouble that I have caused, trying to mitigate the effects of the mistake I made, just like Ryker said I should.

Shawn should be relieved, grateful. Why, then, do I get the feeling he won't be? I shrug off my feelings and thoughts and gobble up another spoonful of gnocchi. Didn't