He shouldn't have been startled, but he was, folded in his one comfortable chair in his office, and not paying enough attention to realize someone was in the hall, and it took him a few minutes to get to the door. More than the others, Emma, he didn't doubt, would be able to see just how overwhelmed he was, read the tightness of his jaw, the tension in his eyes, the set of his shoulders and just know. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him under strain before. And she knew he didn't do things halfway.

"Just getting in?"