Even as I let the leather cord slip from my fingers, I was already regretting it.
Sam was at my back watching. I could feel his eyes following my every move as the amulet, his long-ago gift to me, clattered noisily against the metal base of the trash can.
It was petty of me, I was aware, but it had hurt in a way I could never have imagined that, despite all we'd been through and were still being subjected to, Sam's best memories were of random strangers and not of me.
:
Only when my hand had effectively parted ways with the amulet did my common sense return.
I'd thrown away a powerful symbol of the bond between me and my brother as revenge for some nebulous images probably chosen on purpose to manipulate and divide us. And I'd taken the bait like a moron.
Although I was now itching to retrieve the necklace from the can, my stupid pride wouldn't let me.
I knew that if I turned around I'd be presented with Sam's soulful eyes gazing into mine and my emotions were too confused and unpredictable to deal with that right now. I might end up making matters worse.
So I exited the room without looking back.
"So sorry, little brother," I whispered to myself.