THE SHADOWS THAT HAD threatened to overtake the Larsen’s kitchen had deepened and spread, and engulfed the cab of Kyle’s pickup. For ten minutes, they had been on the road, and Ethan had not uttered a single word. Many times, Brook had glanced at him in her periphery, trying to gauge his mood, his standing on it all. If he noticed, it didn’t show. He just kept facing forward, hands tight over the wheel, arms rigidly straight. He hadn’t even responded with more than a grunt and shifting the truck into gear, when Brook had told him to head toward Cheshire.
The transition to evening brought with it a chill that had Brook questioning the adequacy of her shirt on the short route from house to vehicle. Thankfully, inside the truck, subtle warmth blew from the vents to chase off her shivers, add
