Chapter 26

Sam stood, and there was tension in every line of his body. “I’m going home. I don’t think I can work today.”

“All right.” Michael dropped his hands to his lap so Sam wouldn’t see the way they clenched into fists.

Sam hesitated as though he wanted to say or do something else, but he eventually shook his head. When he turned and headed for the door, his footsteps made no sound on the plush carpet. Michael watched him go, and the ache in his chest grew with each step that separated them.

“Sam.”

Sam paused with his hand on the doorknob, but didn’t turn. Michael took a deep breath, and let it out, his voice soft when he spoke.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

Nothing but silence from Sam, and then he just shook his head and walked out the door.