At the sound of Sam's fist hitting the wall, Heather jumped, her hands falling from each side of her head as she looked up at him. Her entire face was wet and the tears kept coming.
She wasn't angry with him. That wasn't fair, and she at least had enough sense just then to know that. This Sam, the one who had been brought here and not the one in the other room, had done nothing. But it still hurt. It still broke her heart to witness Sam, any Sam, doing something like that with anyone else.
Swallowing hard as a sob nearly choked her again, Heather nodded and curled her fingers around his hand, squeezing hard. She said nothing, but she pushed herself up to her feet and clung to him.