“Gregory,” she sputtered when she reached him. “Your company! You must go! They’re probably in danger right now! They could die any minute!”
A wave of guilt fluttered in his stomach. He didn’t move and instead leaned his head back against the rocking chair.
Marie stopped. She looked cute when her brow furrowed like that.
Marie tied the horse to a pole and climbed the creaky steps. She sunk next to him.
“You still angry at me?” Gregory asked.
“I was never angry at you.”
“Then what were you?”
“Just… hurt. You know, even if you leave, you’re not going to lose me.”
Gregory sucked in his breath. His eyes burned. He tried to talk, but then stopped when his throat tightened. He couldn’t do this. This was the most painful thing he’d done. He met Marie’s gaze. His voice sounded like a child
