I don’t have a good feeling about this. “Hey,” I say to Luke quietly. “I’ll be back.” He nods and I make a beeline for the open door, and just as I’m about to walk through, I hear Sam say, “I don’t trust you.” “What the hell is going on?” I demand. Natalie is holding a baby bottle in her hand, biting her lip. Sam’s hands are braced on her hips and Meredith is leaning her hands on the countertop, but she looks fine. She’s not crying or breathing heavily, and I send up a silent prayer of thanks. Sam can be ruthless. But Mer is holding her own. My strong girl. “I’m just clearing the air with Sam,” Mer says and smiles brightly. “No problem.” I glance at Sam who continues to watch Meredith before she turns to me and shrugs. “We’re fine, Mark.” “There’s no blood?”
