Chapter 47:
The workshop's a shed behind the house.
It's not a shed. It's a barn. It's got a cement floor and a workbench and a forge and shelves full of tools and a wall covered in old license plates and photographs and a calendar from 2019.
Kael turns on the light.
"This is where I come," he says. "When I need to think."
I look around.
There's a Harley tank on the workbench being painted. There's a knife half-finished. There's a shelf with a row of little brass things he's made — a hawk, a wolf, a bird.
"That's a sparrow," I say.
He looks at the shelf.
"Yeah," he says. "I made that about six years ago. Didn't know why. Just had a shape in my head."
I pick it up. It's small and heavy and it fits in the palm of my hand. A silver sparrow.
"Can I have this?"
"It's yours."
I put
