Gray sat in the car with me, his eyes closed tight. He wasn't saying anything, and I was too broken inside to start a conversation. I met his eyes as I looked up, and they were just as emotionless as always, the dark grey of his eyes swirling around nothing when that of others swirled with emotions.
I bit down on my lips, then sighed. "What are you going to do about Samantha?"
He turned to me, his eyes holding mine. "And what about her?"
"She is back now. Single. She was probably expecting you to be, too."
"Well, I am not," he said, slowly raising his hand to show me his wedding band. The one I had put on his hand at gun point. The one that I had been compelled to wear on him.
"This is not my place, Gray. She... she needs you. I know she will. And no matter what, she must still feel
