He looked at her.
“You ask too many questions now.”
Samantha smiled.
“You said that was progress.”
“I regret everything.”
She leaned against the doorway.
“Why did you help me?”
Wyatt returned to the lock.
“You worked here.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is in this club.”
She waited.
Wyatt sighed.
“My sister stayed with a man too long.”
Samantha’s expression changed.
“She okay?”
“Now.”
He tightened a screw.
“People told her to leave like leaving was a door you walked through once.”
Samantha understood immediately.
“It isn’t.”
“No.”
“You leave twenty times.”
Wyatt nodded.
“In your head first.”
“Then financially.”
“Then physically.”
“Then again when they call.”
Wyatt looked at her.
“Yeah.”
Samantha was quiet.
He continued.