Sam smiled tightly back at her. He wasn't angry with her; he was sure that it had happened exactly like she had said it had. He knew that Stacey wouldn't have been able to just go by without helping. He wondered, briefly, if Ethan had somehow known when she would be going by and purposely set the fire to get her to come in. He didn't trust that guy as far as he could throw him.
"Okay," he said finally, as he entered their apartment and threw the keys onto the table. "It's alright, babe," he assured her, settling onto the couch.