A place was set for Leonel as they always did, but as dinner commenced, his absence was unmistakable, and his name remained unspoken to keep Alexis' spirits up.

The butler then interrupted with a delivery. "Mr. Fowler, this is from Mr. Douglas!"

Waylen stood abruptly. "Where is he?"

The butler hesitated. "He left the gift and didn't come in."

Waylen resettled into his chair with a soft smile.