Chapter 737

“Have you called Norah?” Freyja asked. “She’s close to them now. If anything’s going on, she’d know.”

Baimo wanted to, but he checked the clock, factoring in the time difference. It was evening in Norah’s city—probably bedtime for her and the kids. “It’s late there,” he said. “I’ll call tomorrow at noon. You get some rest. I’ll sleep in the study tonight.”

He kissed her cheek. The piles of paperwork on his desk wouldn’t wait, and he’d be up till morning. Since Freyja was a light sleeper—especially during pregnancy—his late-night movements might wake her. Sleeping in the study was better.

“You’re working too hard,” Freyja said, clearly worried. “You’ve got that big meeting tomorrow—can’t the prep wait?”

Baimo showed her the documents. “There was a big earthquake in the southern region yesterday. Lots of casualties, people displaced. Tomorrow’s meeting is for disaster relief. If I don’t prep now, we can’t move forward.”

He could delay if he wanted—his position allowed that—but he couldn’t bear the thought of people waiting. Their pain weighed on him.