Chapter: 1967

Coming back to himself, Alberto massaged his forehead, prompting Mason to place the medicine on a nearby surface. His concern apparent, he inquired, "Mr. Gibson, did you get enough sleep last night?"

“I'm just feeling restless," Alberto murmured, his voice deep. His eyes drifted back to the porcelain fragments, his heart rate inexplicably accelerating.

“Restless, you say? Would you like the staff to burn some incense to help you relax?" Mason offered.

“No, that won't be necessary," Alberto responded, lowering his hand.

“I think I just need some quiet."