Chapter 4

“Come on, then,” Marc said, nodding to the porch. “Come in. “It’s freezing out here.”

“Pretty though.” Mal’s voice was soft as he turned his face toward the east. “Really pretty.”

His accent wasn’t the local Welsh. Perhaps Birmingham? That wasn’t too far away. He was definitely English.

Marc took a moment to look at the sky. It was truly beautiful. He’d missed this in London. The space and the silence of the hills wrapped him like a blanket, welcoming him home.

He sighed. He’d have to make some decisions soon, he supposed. It would be easy enough to get on the bank at the local hospital and pick up shifts. It was what he did in London and he was never out of work. He liked the flexibility. And he had all his stuff here, in his car. He could just stay. There was no need to go back.

He turned to the young man beside him, who was swaying a bit on his feet. “Come on. Let’s get you warm.”