Cedric sat in the driver's seat of his car, one hand on the wheel as he stared out the windshield, the familiar hum of the engine keeping him company. The air was cool, and the sun was starting to dip behind the horizon, casting long shadows along the street. He glanced at the bottle of wine resting in the passenger seat and the crumpled paper bag next to it, holding a few books for Ashton. It had been a while since he'd seen Ashton, and he was starting to wonder how the kid was doing, especially with everything that had been going on lately.