Michael closed his phone as well, tossing it back on the bed before slumping backwards and stretching back, his hands over his face. As dubious as he knew good news would be, he couldn't stop himself from hoping for it. Hoping that Ruby would be back, and things would just be back to how they were, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

He just had to go home and hope that what his father said would help. Or hope that eventually it wouldn't hurt. Either way, he knew that this was going to be a long process.