Chapter 4
By the time he’d picked up the weed warning and headed out to the east edge of town, twilight was rapidly deepening to night. He got out of the car, forced his tired legs to climb the warped steps of the front porch and knocked. As he waited, he wondered idly how the window in the door had been broken. The cardboard taped to it looked new. Finally, his knock was answered.
A tall figure stood framed in the open doorway, his jet black hair gleaming in the light. With a dazzlingly hopeful smile on that fine-boned face, the young man breathed, “You’re here.”
Just two words, but they carried such a wealth of warmth and welcome that Marc felt his need to get home evaporate. Instead he found himself wondering what he could do to merit the faith shining in those luminous gray eyes. He
