Chapter 22

But what rankled him the most was sneaking out that back door into the relative calm of the early morning. He felt like a thief, like he was on the run from something he should be ashamed of yet knew in his heart he had no reason to be.

He closed his eyes, trying to allow the cool glass against his forehead to be some sort of comfort. He remembered sneaking out of another place in the early morning. Oh, it seemed a lifetime ago.