EPILOGUE
His bones were so very cold. No matter how many times he wrapped himself in layers, jackets, even coats, he never could get warm. He stood on his porch, an oversized winter jacket hugging his thin frame. His legs looked so small compared to his upper torso, wrapped in two sweaters, two shirts, and his coat.
But he didn't care how he looked. He didn't much leave his home anyway. Not unless it was for a special occasion.
He glanced towards his phone, studying the video feed there.
Notification bubbles popped at the top of the screen and he frowned towards these, tilting his head. Anything in the news about Ilse Beck, Tom Sawyer, or Gerald Mueller would ding on his phone. A constant stream of data and information.
“Will she sleep?” he murmured to himself.
He nodded at his own q
