gone,” Abbott said.
Nathan stepped down one stair. “Your son helped put mine on a ventilator.”
“He’s a child.”
“So is Ethan.”
Abbott had nothing for that. He looked toward the street, toward the dark houses that had begun to wake. Curtains shifted. A porch light came on two doors down. In the distance, a siren started, faint but coming closer.
Nathan picked continue reading …
