“He’s here,” Ray said. Not a question. Diane stepped back to let him in. “He’s packing some things.” Samuel appeared from the hallway carrying a folded shirt, and for one suspended moment the three of them occupied the same room.
Samuel’s expression moved through several things quickly — surprise, calculation, the brief flicker of a man deciding which version of himself to deploy — and then settled into something that resembled his usual ease. But it didn’t quite fit the way it used to. Like a jacket worn on the wrong person. “Ray.” He set the shirt down on the arm of the couch. “I was going to call you.”