Absalom set down his transfer request. As he’d driven away from the Muskoka cabin, Absalom knew this was what he wanted to do next. He still had a week off, though, so he kept the notion of transfer like a silent secret in the back of his mind. On his runs in the morning, he woke earlier than ever before to chase the sun right out of a pitch-black darkness. He ran all the way to Parkhill every time, his heart in his throat as he ran down and down and down. The run was elating. Wonderful.
But he still thought of Scarborough.
She was always going to be there, a scar and a blot in his mind. He’d not helped someone when he should have—but more than that, he’d not helped someone who had asked. That was the worst injustice. He couldn’t keep paying for it with hookups and fixations. He either h
