Chapter 22 a Reckless

The following night, Iggy awoke to a quiet apartment. There wasn’t ruffling of paper or scratching of pens, and only a few lamps were alit, yet what struck Iggy as the most odd, above all else, was that Firmin’s desk was completely cleared of all maps, designs, and articles. Cleaner than Iggy had ever seen it before. He rolled out of bed and came into the empty room. It wasn’t warm like usual. The fire crackled delayed and slowing from neglect. On the couch, he spotted a stack of folded clothes with a letter lying on top, and beneath them was a pair of black shoes. Iggy grasped the letter in his hand and unfolded it.