"You sure you're good to go in alone?" He looked upstairs nervously before he stared back at me. Was he worried? My chest constricted and I rubbed at it. I couldn't be having a heart attack at thirty-two, right? "I'll be fine." Caleb nodded. "If you don't come down in an hour, I'll—" "Do nothing and wait for me, like a good toy." I patted his head, pulling my arm free. A part of me wanted to bring him along but that was for my comfort.
