He stopped. He wanted to leave, to not care, but he couldn’t. He knew she wasn’t his responsibility and he couldn’t make it so. None of this was. And yet he felt it. He wished he could just go, but instead he said, “I’ve had enough. I’m going home.” “Without me?” A few heads turned to look at them, and Saffron blushed. “I can arrange for a safe house for you until things clear up.” She stood and put her hand on his arm to stop him from moving. “A safe house?” Her voice was grave, the look in her eyes so intense, so full of fear, that he understood she was his responsibility. “I know. We’ll think of something else. Come on.” They walked toward the elevators. “What happened in there?” she asked when they got to his car. “Nothing.” “Right.”
