I go, too?
“Yeah, I think you should.” Miles met Devin’s eyes. “I’m sorry if it’s hard for you, but we need to trace Sebastian.”
Devin responded with a shrug. Okay.
“Okay,” Miles echoed. He squeezed Devin’s shoulder and left for the kitchen to make the phone call to the orphanage.
* * * *
Devin’s eyes followed Miles’ back as he retreated to the kitchen. He wasn’t thinking of the call Miles was about to make or wondering why Miles had to make it in the kitchen. Devin’s mind was stuck instead on the brief squeeze Miles gave to his shoulder. His hand had felt like a brand on Devin’s skin through his layers of T-shirt and sweatshirt and the feeling had not gone away.