Chapter 30

He had no idea why he felt so drained. Or why he was suddenly so disheartened. Perhaps the booze, the exhaustion, maybe just the fact the house seemed so lifeless after the space he’d come from. So, he started a fire. He poured a glass of wine. Then he sat and he watched the fire try to struggle into existence.

And the snow continued to fall.

Don’t you dare complain, he told himself. This was what he’d come for. This is what he was supposed to be enjoying. The silence. The solitude. His bad mood was probably just brought about by the weather. A lack of vitamin B or vitamin D, or whatever it was the experts said happened when the days got shorter and the sun lacked vitality. It wasn’t because Randy was already missing Vaughn’s company. It wasn’t cold because Vaughn was no longer sitting alongside him. That kind of thinking was ridiculous. After all, the man could become quite an ogre when wound up, troll-like, even.