Give us all a little breathing room to reset.”

Brent rapped his knuckles on the wall behind him.

“You heard what she said.”

I looked at Margaret’s face.

Her chin was quivering, but she didn’t take a step toward me.

She stayed two paces behind Brent, sheltered by his shoulder.

“You’re asking me to leave,” I said.

“It’s for the best right now,” Margaret said.