Chapter 13
Nathan listened to Tess’s voice mail message again and wondered why she didn’t answer. For the past week, she’d been sporadic at answering his calls and sounded off when they did talk. He’d made a few attempts to ask her what was going on, but she brushed him off. He left another message for her and slipped his phone into his pocket. Walking to the windows in the living room, he stared out over the bay. The brief season that passed for fall was well on its way. The fireweed had faded, the wispy white seeds drifting around on the wind. It was late afternoon and the sun was already setting. The endless days of summer were rapidly shortening. The spruce trees in the field behind their house were stark green against the blanched grass. Red, yellow and orange danced low on the groun
