She spun her silver wedding band nervously on her middle finger.

“We’re all just trying to get along today.”

Michael took the warm mug.

Travis stepped back two paces and pushed his hands deep into his coat pockets.

He gave a polite, careful nod.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot, Michael,” Travis said.

“I’m only here to help Lena, that’s all.”

Michael took a slow sip of the coffee.