The seminar was a long one and he was not exactly thrilled to be there. He'd just finished his portion, thankfully the last, before he stepped away from the podium. The topic was psychology, which he had studied as part of his learning. He didn't want to talk about psychology; his wife had been dead for only three months now and working was just something his heart wasn't into right at the moment.

He shuffled his papers about and sat down heavily in a vacated chair, thinking about her and their unborn child and how unfair it was for her to have been murdered.

He would never get over her, he still wasn't ever over his first wife but she had been dead too for a long time. He wanted a son more than anything in the world and he was robbed of it both times by death.

Don looked, for all intents and purposes, worn out.