Michael waited impatiently for his phone to ring. He’d pulled everyone else back hours earlier, but not Sam. Of course not Sam. He’d been in the spirit plane for almost six hours. Michael glanced at the clock—five hours and seventeen minutes, to be exact. The waiting was killing him, and his nerves jangled in his gut.
It was the longest Sam had been gone since they’d become…them. And Michael couldn’t handle the waiting. He’d done it hundreds of times before, maybe even thousands. But it was different now.
It wasn’t supposed to be. He’d sworn to Sam it wouldn’t be. But it was. Michael was intimately connected to Sam’s care, and every minute he spent in the spirit plane was a minute he should be breathing and living and smiling. Every minute increased the likelihood he would need to be yan
