Harry sat with his elbow on the kitchen table, his cheek leaned against the palm of his hand as he stared out the patio door. His backyard was too dark for him to make out anything specific – it was just a big, old rectangle of blackness on the other side of his screen door – but the sound of rainfall was soothing.
As the last days of summer faded away, the nights turned cooler. He often left the door open for a little fresh air. Being cooped up in this house for months on end had left him with a craving for it. His chest still hurt sometimes if he pushed himself too hard, but he was mostly healed up. The wonders of Leyrian medicine had accelerated the process quite a bit.
The sound of the front door opening was accompanied by the soft click-click of Melissa"s heeled shoes on the floor.
