Ugh. Why had he made that ridiculous promise to her? Did he really have to do this?
Yochi lifted the lid of the warmer and picked out two waffles. He reached for the bottle of syrup, then paused as Mr. Sampson, surrounded by kids, approached the breakfast buffet table.
Mr. Sampson’s face looked haggard, but otherwise didn’t relay anything. That probably meant there was no update. It was unnerving, this situation, knowing the news about his father-in-law may arrive any minute.
“Good morning,” Yochi greeted him cautiously. “How’s it going?”
Mr. Sampson gave a weary shrug. “Pretty much the same. Critical but stable.”
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