Chapter 10

“There’s still time to turn back,” he muttered. “Take the keys out of the ignition, go back into the house, lock the door and forget the place even exists.”

Instead he started the car and backed out of his driveway. He tried to enjoy the songs on the radio, but his mind was somewhere very far away, his thoughts a scattered mess. He wanted to think of everything and anything with the exception of Seamus. And he managed to make it work until he pulled up outside Seamus’s, flashing back to that first night, the same window baring the same flickering glow. It was always the same, he realized, always with the fire in the grand living room.

He treasured the countless nights they spent in its warmth.

“You’re here for Atlas,” he whispered, making his way to the front door. “Just take care of Atlas and leave. No biggie.”