CHAPTER THREE
Broderick woke the next morning to the musical songs of birds. He stretched and sat up on the edge of the bed, his feet dangling above the floor. He had several weird dreams through the night. Birds and dead people following him. He ran from them, but he could never escape them.
He shook his head and had the feeling someone was staring at him. The door was cracked, and he saw an eye staring through the door. “You can come in,” he said. The door pushed open and Claire stood there. She smiled at him and entered sheepishly. “Did I wake you up, uncle?”
Broderick shook his head. “No, you didn’t. What are you up to today?” he asked as he got off the bed and grabbed his shirt. He paused midway putting it on when she said, “I was watching you sleep.” He pulled the shirt over his c
