I never thought I'd say those words aloud, and when I'd mulled it over in my head, each had been a bit more dramatic. There would be a flood of hot tears, there would be an angry snarl on my mouth as maybe I grabbed one of the old packmates and pressed them into a headlock. But no, I sat there, my hands clasped in my lap. Even the barrage of word soup you'd think would follow a statement like that didn't come. I simply looked at Micah and he simply looked back.
How do you respond to something like that? Micah made his expression impossible to read, his mouth set in the same ark thatit had been the entire night. All he could do was place his hand on my shoulder and nod again, curt
"I see," he said, and those two words, him pullng back, taking those questions and tucking them back away w
