The door opened quietly and Tristan looked up from his desk. It took a moment to remember where he had seen the angelic face before. Then his eyebrows pulled together in a sad frown. He was not as surprised as he wished he was at seeing the young foreigner in a place like this. Tristan wished he would have let him help him.

When Pierre turned to leave, the doctor got up quickly. "Pierre, please," he implored in French. "I'm sorry if I've offended or upset you. Please. I'm here to help." He still didn't know why the kid had refused to stay the night and had insisted on leaving. He could make a few educated guesses, however and they all made him sad. He doubted this was the first time the kid worked in a place like this.