[5] The Angel of the Moon

Bentley still hadn't let go of Atticus' hand, even after several hours had passed.

The whole time, Atticus remained seated on the floor, his head resting against the red velvet fabric. After a while, he closed his eyes, listening to the silence of the night. He knew that if he could find a way to stay there forever, he would.

...An eternity at peace, in the quiet sanctuary of the Cupboard. Away from the world and away from everyone else. Just him and Bentley.