Yara Keats averted her gaze, her expression remaining calm. She spoke directly to Mr. York, "I'm sorry, Grandfather. I wasn't able to bring her back."
"I expected as much." Mr. York glanced at her, then asked, "And why were you delayed until now?"
"I was stuck on the overpass," Yara Keats said. "The traffic just cleared up."
Hearing this, Mr. York said no more. He just said, "You must be hungry. Tell the kitchen what you'd like to eat."
"No, thank you. I don't have an appetite," Yara Keats replied. Then she added, "You must be exhausted today too, Grandfather. You should get some rest. I'm going upstairs now."
Mr. York gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgment, but as Yara Keats started up the stairs, he spoke again. "Since you couldn't bring her back today, you'll accompany me to go see her tomorrow."
