Luke cursed silently as he huddled into his clothing, stomping through the cold towards the cabin at the end of the town. He swore his sense of direction was all messed up here, because the place was so small. He had to ask the girl with the black bangs at the Inn where the Hawkins lived, twice.
It wasn’t a far walk, and he hoped the cold wouldn’t freeze over the heat of rage inside him. He probably won’t even remember who I am, Luke thought to himself as he passed dimly lit houses towards the end of the street. God, he hoped he was out of this place by the time winter truly set in. He didn’t think he could handle it.
But much as he wanted to remain steadfast, his nerves were getting to him. He hadn’t seen his father in years. He didn’t know what he would be like, now that the real him w
