Chapter 11
The air was crisp, a precursor to the wintery cold nights to come, prompting Scott to wrap himself in a blanket. He was curled up in a chair on his apartment’s small balcony, gazing skyward. Positioned across the street from a lake and near the outskirts of town, Scott had the privilege of a crystal clear sky, no taint from the town lights. And at the moment he was picking out the constellations he learned as a child, wondering how they came to be.
The clock was pushing midnight and he should have been tucked snuggly into his bed, dreaming of all the things that made him happy.
Like Dakota.
But sleep eluded him.
Scott sniffled, the all too familiar ache gnawing away in his chest. He stood, clutching the blanket even tighter, meaning to head inside and try again to get a few
