Really, he was wasting time and heartache here. No matter how much he might want to bring the dead back, it wouldn’t happen. And he couldn’t pretend some Internet gamer could be something more than typed words on a computer screen.
He’d lived in the dark alone for too long. What he needed was a live, breathing person. He needed to talk to Noah.
* * * *
Noah waved as Kevin rode off on his motorcycle. These late nights were killing him. He was not the pile of burning energy Kevin had always been.
He glanced at his watch, using the porch light to illuminate it. One in the morning. An early night for Kevin. Noah laughed and turned the key in his front door. He noticed the blinking red light of his answering machine as soon as he closed the door.