Chapter 22

He escorted Shane to his car and helped him into the passenger seat. On the way to Mona’s house, they remained in silence. Once inside, Michael made them both a strong drink, then sat beside Shane on the couch.

“Here you go,” he said, handing Shane a whisky.

“Thank you.”

A long pause.

“How are you feeling?”

Shane shrugged. “I don’t know. A lot of things. A bit shaken up.” He felt Michael rest a hand on his thigh. “Numb. It doesn’t seem real. I could’ve died tonight.” He shook his head. “It’s confusing.”

“That’s the shock,” said Michael, pulling Shane to him and gently rubbing his back.

Michael’s arms were comforting. He felt safe in them, as though nothing in the world could touch him. All the bad things, the evil things, were far away and unable to hurt him. He closed his eyes for a moment and lost himself in the embrace. “I’m sorry. It should be such a happy time for you, and I’ve ruined it.”