Thinking about all this, Morrison felt he couldn't just sit idly by and watch things go downhill. He realized that if he tried to handle it himself, it probably wouldn't work. The best option was to get Lilian involved—Bert adored Lilian, and whatever she said, Bert would listen.
Hmm, now that was a brilliant idea.
Meanwhile, Bert, having ended the call with Morrison, finished the water in his glass, then strolled over to the window. Hands tucked into his pockets, he looked out over the city shrouded in fine rain. His resolute, clear-cut profile was reflected in the opposite windowpane, and for a fleeting moment, beneath those deep eyes, a trace of loneliness slid across his expression.
Morrison had actually been right—on days like this, gray and rainy, one could indeed feel a bit lonely.
But Bert merely curled the corners of his lips in a faint smile, hiding that trace of melancholy in his eyes. He turned calmly and headed to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.
