Beck was in his doorway.
Beck.
In his doorway.
Standing there like he belonged there, or anywhere in the same city as Isaac.
Surprise gave way to anger, and Isaac slammed the door shut in Beck’s face.
Immediately, Beck started knocking. “Come on, Isaac, please! I’m worried about you!”
“You gave up that right!” Isaac yelled back through the door. His hands were shaking. He didn’t know if he wanted to punch something or cry.
“It was the worst mistake of my life, Isaac. Please, will you just talk to me?”
Sean put a hand on Isaac’s shoulder. “Do you want me to call the police to get rid of him?” he asked.
Isaac grimaced. Tempting, but he didn’t want to deal with the police.
He should be able to get through to Beck. Once upon a time, he was the only person who could. Even Beck’s parents struggled with Beck’s stubbornness and temper, but Isaac could give Beck a look and Beck would cave instantly.