Thorne’s face had gone still, but his eyes shone in a way that made even the toughest men look away.
George closed his fingers around the pin.
“I came here today because someone invited me to speak to a training class tomorrow,” he continued.
“I almost said no. I thought maybe there was nothing useful left for me to say.”
The old man looked around the room, not accusing, simply seeing them.
“Now I’m less sure.”
That was the true blow, and everyone felt it.
Miller’s shoulders dropped a fraction. Not enough to become humility, but enough to show the first crack.
George placed the pin back on his lapel with careful fingers that took longer than before.
Then he pushed his tray forward, though most of his chili remained uneaten.
Davis wanted to apologize, but he understood the apology was not his to make.
Thorne turned to Miller.
