He hadn’t expected it to hurt this much. His whole chest burned. He could barely breathe past his choking sobs.
It was over. The best thing he’d ever had in his life was gone.
He hoped no reporters followed him. Bawling his eyes out in the middle of the hallway was humiliating enough without cameras being shoved in his face.
He’d been hoping to make it to a bathroom or a closet or something, but his legs had given out on him. Crawling next to the wall was the best he could do.
It hurt so much more than he’d thought it would. Saying goodbye, knowing that was the last time he’d ever see Isaac, was the hardest thing he’d ever done. The last time he’d cried this much had been his mother’s funeral.
“Oh, Sean,” someone whispered before arms wrapped around him, pulling him against a warm chest.
Between his sobbing and the carpet, he hadn’t heard any footsteps. He stiffened and tried to muffle his crying.
“Want me to stay?” someone else asked.