Tom had been thinking about something like this for months. He’d just never assumed it would turn out this way.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” a voice said from behind him. Tom knew the voice and sighed.
Turning around, he looked at Haley, unsurprised to find the other man standing there, arms crossed. He was blocking the hallway down to the back door, so Tom turned and headed back towards the engine bay. Outside the hallway, he was hit by the finality of it all. Taking a deep breath, he looked around: the engine, the lockers over on the wall, a bench, a gigantic sink with industrial strength cleaning products, everything he’d come to know and love in one way or another over his career was represented here.
“I said, where the hell do you think you’re going?” Haley yell
