It was Dr. Michael Sampson, Harley’s surgeon and a long-time family friend. His expression was one of concern mixed with determination, as if he had been holding back a storm of emotions just long enough to see Mark leave.
“Harley, I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d actually do it,” he said quietly, taking a seat beside her.
Harley managed a weak smile, her eyes still wet but somehow more resolute. “Michael, I think I’m the one who should be apologizing. You tried to warn me.”
