Sam stared at the door like it was welded shut. How was he supposed to do this? What was he supposed to say?
Bobby spoke quietly. "You sure you want to do this by yourself?"
He shook his head, his voice dismal. "No."
"You want me to come in?"
He nodded slightly but knew he didn't really need to. This wasn't about Bobby. He agreed anyway, in case he lost it. The door clicked uninvitingly and he pushed it open.
Kayla looked up quickly as they walked in; she had woken up already past midnight and knew there was no way to get to them in time. She'd prayed a lot, waiting for them to come back.
Sam met her eyes and started crying again, a jerk reaction he couldn't stop. She stood and looked shocked, the same reaction he'd had even though they spent all year preparing. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Sam no…"
He hugged her tightly and felt the beginning quakes of sobbing. How could he have let this happen? "I'm sorry Kayla, I'm so sorry."
But she couldn't speak. The crying was uncontrollable, choking even and she didn't know what else to do. She wasn't even there for him when it happened.
How could he be gone?
