Chapter 63: Bringing You Home

Evan Gates woke in the dead of night. He slid open the balcony door. A cool breeze brushed his skin, sharp enough to clear the fog from his head. He went back in, poured himself a glass of warm water, and returned to the balcony with the cup cradled in his hands. The night lay hushed and deep. Even the whisper of wind stroking the lake carried clearly, and somewhere in the dark, the insect chorus was in full swing. Beyond a few islands of light cast by streetlamps, everything else drowned in shadow. Leaning...