Faye Fordham nodded. "Yes, Mr. Winslow went to The Union on a business trip last time. Didn't you know, Madam?"
Shalma Hughes looked at Faye, a strange look flashing through her eyes. "Faye, where exactly in The Union did he go?"
"Portmire," Faye replied.
It was actually Portmire!
Suddenly, Shalma's mind flashed back to the day they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate. He had asked her where she wanted to go for their honeymoon. She had answered Portmire, but he had said Cyrillia, Veridia, The Sapphire Isles, or anywhere else was fine—he just didn't want to go to Portmire.
Faye's voice pulled Shalma right back from her thoughts. "Mr. Winslow also brought a gift for you, Madam. Do you like it?"
What gift?
Hearing Faye's words, Shalma looked even more baffled. "What gift?"
