*Shelby*
“We need to talk,” Michael said, looking serious.
I was so confused at the sudden shift in Michael’s demeanor. With one phone call, fun, and teasing Michael was gone. Seriousness clouded his eyes, and he wouldn’t meet mine. He put a hand on the small of my back and led me out of the office and back into the living room.
Guiding me to one of the chairs in front of the fire, he did not sit next to me. Instead, he started pacing back and forth in front of the fire. He was making me anxious just watching him, and the long pause he was taking only made things worse.
“Can you please just tell me what happened? Who called you?” I asked, as my eyes darted back and forth following Michael’s movements.
He still didn’t immediately answer, making me worried that someone we knew had been seriously hurt.
“I don’t know how to say this,” Michael said, stopping and placing his hand on the mantle of the fireplace.
