Tristan felt his body relax somewhat when Mr. Zimmermann agreed not to press the matter. He got up along with his guests, but was surprised to find that they didn't intend to bring Pippa. He was even more surprised at the unexpected relief he felt. It was in that moment that he realized how terribly he dreaded the empty home Pippa would leave behind. He swallowed. "I'll show you out," he said quietly.

He followed them out and downstairs, his mind heavy with sudden introspection. He had vaguely registered that the woman who had insulted him was to be fired. He hadn't truly held it against her and felt the vague duty to appeal. After all, she had merely believed the wrong thing. If it had been true, her words would have been more than fair. But he was too overwhelmed with the prospect of the inevitable to argue on this peripheral matter. The Zimmermanns probably knew best. "If you need anything while settling in town, let me know." He offered them their coats and hat.