CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Goodbye.
The word echoed through Michael as if someone had rung a giant gong. He grabbed his jacket, his car keys, and one of the ornaments they’d purchased at the fair. His feet carried him to the front door. As his hand touched the knob, he hesitated.
Emotions were high. He and Sheridan should talk because he had doubts about what would happen with her father—no one changed overnight. But she didn’t want to hear that. Besides, he wouldn’t forget what she’d said.
I need to do more than couch-surfing at friends’ houses and bumming around.
The words had punched his gut then and now, making him relive his family’s stupid intervention, their concerns over his job situation, and the many comments about Mikey never growing up.
In case anyone failed to notice, he was an ad
