Chapter 64

He shed his wet clothes in a heap and hurried into Michael’s bedroom. There he rummaged through the closet and pulled out a flannel shirt and jeans. They were loose on him, but they fit well enough. He opened a drawer and found a pair of wool socks that were like balm to his nearly frozen feet.

In the living room, Hunter gathered up his wet clothes, took them into the bathroom, and hung them over the shower curtain rod to dry. Back in the living room, he built a fire.

Hunter was like a robot going through these actions, his movements listless, eyes never seeming to quite focus. He barely felt his fingertips or the sweat that leaked down from his hairline.