With that, he walked through the door, wearing his typical all-black suit. He looked deviously handsome. Esme's smile fell the moment she met his hard stare. They both glanced at each other quietly. He seemed to be studying her features, eyeing her face for tears or any signs of tremendous pain. The pain was present, but she felt it subside the moment he made his presence known. She wanted to speak, except her throat was dry. Swallowing as fast as possible to clear the thickness in her throat, she said the first words that came to mind.