Chapter 2 - The Grey Wool
Julian walked briskly toward his private office, leaving Toby alone near the grand marble pillars.
The teenager looked at the old man, whose hands were shivering violently as he clutched the lapels of his wet brown coat. The contrast between the brass chandeliers glowing overhead and the freezing blue light cascading through the rain-streaked windows made the man's distress unbearable to watch.
Without hesitation, Toby stepped out from behind the mahogany counter. He approached the old man, gently taking his elbow to guide him toward a plush brown leather armchair situated near a warm heating vent.
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"Stay here, you're freezing," Toby whispered kindly.
Toby unbuckled a thick, grey wool blanket from the bellhop storage cart nearby and draped it carefully over the elderly man's trembling shoulders. The old man looked up, his pale blue eyes studying the red-haired boy with an intense, quiet curiosity that belied his ragged appearance.
