I release a heavy sigh. “No, no. Sammy has warned that we need to allow this one to unravel naturally.”
“What? Why?”
I turn and cup her face in my hands. I look her face over and note the concern etched in her features. My wife never leaves my back uncovered. Doing this will go against everything within her.
“This one is tied to him in some way. If we go moving things, it affects him. I will not sacrifice my son for my own life.”
Tasha looks away to keep me from seeing the tears in her eyes. I try to sooth her by running my hands up and down her arms. I’m sure she’s as frustrated as I am.
“This is why you’ve been pacing.” It’s not a question but a statement. “Our hands are tied. I dig for the rat; it puts Sammy at risk, but if I leave it alone, we’re being eaten from the inside out. Our so-called advantage isn’t one at all.”
I snort. “I said the same thing to Sammy. His words to me were wise beyond his years.”
“What did he say?”
“You can have answers, but if your response to them is wrong or out of timing, what’s the point of them? It is better to have patience and understanding,” I repeat my son’s words.
“Wow.”
“You can say that again.”
“So what do we do now?”
“I get the feeling whatever is to come doesn’t need our help. This wedding is important. I don’t know what’s going on in Misha’s head, but I get the feeling he understands what Sammy is up to.”
“What makes you say that?”
“A look between him and Uri. I caught it, but I get this feeling I shouldn’t ask. Besides, there is one thing that has always been true about our son and his mother.”
“What’s that?”
“Their decisions have the same ultimate goal.”
“To make things right.”
“Exactly,” I say and kiss her nose.
Her expression turns thoughtful for moment and then she sighs. “We’re trained not to rush our clients. Give a child room to explore and figure things out.
“As their service provider, we don’t just give them the tools they need; we give them space, and we observe for when they need our help. Then and only then do we step in. That is easier said than done when it comes to Sammy.”
“I will do whatever he needs from me, even when I don’t fully understand. It drives me crazy and places me outside of my comfort zone, but it feels like the right thing to do,” I say.
“Then it’s what we will do. We have trusted him before. He has proved that we can. I will deal with my feelings.”
I release a heavy breath. That we will, but I will still be watching closely because the fact is Sammy is hiding something. I will not allow anything to happen to my son.
CHAPTER 43
Moving the Board
Sammy
Six months later …
I’m movingthrough the hall to get to my station for today’s event. I’m almost there as Jamie appears with a grim look on his face. I stop and look up at him.
“You’re still sure about this?” he says as he looks me deep in the eyes.
