Afterward, Wyatt intercepted me in a corridor, keeping enough distance that the security officer did not intervene.

“I never wanted us to end this way,” he said.

I looked at him for a long moment.

“Then you should have helped me when I fell.”

He rubbed his jaw.

“You know I love Piper.”

“Love is not a substitute for responding when she asks for help.”

For once, he did not argue.