Chapter Seven
You really have to go? So soon? Claudia reached out to put a hand on Sams thigh as he sat on the edge of her bed. Shed had angry words ready for him when hed come back into the bedroom. Then shed seen the look on his face and the words died, unspoken. Sam looked
different. There was a stark grimness in his expression.
I do, Red. He looked at the floor for a moment and then turned back to her. He smiled weakly. I really wish I didnt. He shook his head. Im sorry. But I gotta go.
When? How soon? She edged closer to him. She had to know how much time they had left, no matter how badly it might hurt.
Tomorrow morning, he replied. Early.
She felt something very cold stab through her heart. How early?
Theres a seven a.m. flight. Ill have to leave befo
