I made it back down to the reception desk where Sandra, my daughter, was being entertained by Susan, the receptionist. Having managed to wipe my eyes dry, I put on a calm mask but was unsure, how long I could keep up the masquerade. "Simon! Is everything fine?" Susan asked in a low, concerned voice. I looked at Sandra and the innocent smile on her face which grew upon seeing me. "Yes. I. I
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