CHAPTER NINETEEN
The water pipes had frozen and he knew if he wasn’t careful, one could burst and make one hell of a mess. But honestly, that sort of mess was the farthest thing from his mind. The thermostat read thirty degrees, as he had cut the heat off yesterday morning (not that it really mattered, as he never set the heat above fifty-five no matter how cold it was outside). He was shivering although he was dressed in sweats and a hooded sweatshirt with a blanket draped over his shoulders and pulled tightly over him.
The apartment was freezing, which was good. He wanted to get himself used to the cold but knew he needed to do it slowly. He had already attempted one experiment last night, standing out in the cold, directly in a puddle of shallow water behind his apartment complex. He’
