Waylen caressed the steering wheel gently as he replied to his mother,

"It is too Late. Rena should be resting."

"What do you mean 'She should be resting'? You no longer live with Rena?" Juliette inquired promptly.

Waylen was a driven individual. How could he admit that his woman had left him? He responded lazily, "No. She... She is exhausted to the point where she may not rise from bed."

Juliette blushed.