Chapter 63

Wren could tell that Rufus had not yet seen him, and it was hard to wait patiently for him to make his way close enough so Wren could speak to him and be heard over the wind and rumbles of thunder, which were now coming with increasing frequency.

Then, about half a block away, Rufus stopped, eyeing him. Their gazes connected, and Wren was afraid for a moment Rufus would turn away, walk or run quickly in the other direction, pretending he hadn’t seen Wren.

But he didn’t.

Rufus smiled, and his face lit up with what Wren would describe as a small fraction of the delight and relief coursing through him, energizing him. The smile made Wren want to cry.