Everything was fine at the dock. Truly, it was quite the production watching the lifts raise the shipping containers from the cargo ships and line them like blocks in rows. After a quick discussion with the overseer at the port and confirming the arrival of our order, I told Patrick I wanted to go home.
I did, and yet I didn't.
It was summer in Chicago, and the lake beyond the shipping yard was beautiful. The breeze blew my hair in a way that reminded me of the breeze in the mountains in Colorado. It's the sensation of the warm air contrasting with a cooler wind.
Now that I was back behind the infrared barrier, I could see the blue sky and the lake. However, I couldn't feel the breeze or the warmth of the sun.
Impenetrable also meant isolated.
When I first arrived home, I'd changed
