Hugh looked a question at John as he walked back into the room, but he didn’t say anything. They talked a little for the next several minutes, never getting back into the easy flow of before.
John fidgeted, or as near as he ever did to it. Running his fingers through his hair, crossing his legs, then his ankles, looking from his watch to the door. Only a very few people had ever made him feel so anxious and uncomfortable.
He resolved to think more about that when he was calmer.
“I don’t know if this will make it better or worse,” Hugh said after a minute of strained silence. “But I never could stand that man myself. I don’t think he’ll actually harm her.”
John was surprised to find Hugh’s words did make him feel a bit better. At the very least, he wasn’t overreacting with his opinion o
