Michael zipped up his suitcase while humming a tune. I leaned against the bedroom doorframe, watching him with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.
Don’t worry, Claire,” he said as he straightened his collar. “It’s just three days in Denver. I’ll be back before you know it.”
I nodded, but my chest felt tight.
He walked over, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and added with a half-laugh, “And remember… keep Dad company. He gets anxious when I’m gone. Just humor him, okay?”
“Of course,” I said, my smile frozen in place.
