“Look,” Tam said finally, “maybe this trip was a mistake. Tomorrow morning, I think I’m going to head home. I’ll make some excuse about being called back for training. You should head back, too. I don’t think it’s any good for you here anymore, Quinnie. I don’t think you’ll ever find the answers you’re seeking, because I don’t think you really want them.”
Don’t, Quinn thought. Don’t let him go. But he did. And that night, he cried himself to sleep, feeling powerless to move.