Zone of comfort - Chapter 23
Christopher Hightower POV The cold wind bit at my skin as I stepped out of the car, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my lungs. Vermont. I hadn’t been here in years. The last time, I was just a teenager, running away from my mother’s suffocating grip. And now, here I was again, running, but for a different reason. Tanya. I shook my head, gripping the strap of my bag as I walked up the narrow pathway to a familiar house. It was a small cabin nestled between towering pine trees, the wooden panels worn but sturdy. I knocked once. Then twice. A moment later, the door swung open, and I was met with the grinning face of the one person who had always seen me beyond my last name. Eko. “Chris?!” His eyes widened in surprise, then he burst into laughter. “Damn, man, I thought you w
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