Chapter 8
The door clicked closed behind Chillingsworth, and Wren was left standing alone with Rufus, his new roommate. The two young men, little more than boys, stood in the studio apartment, grinning at one another, and Wren had the feeling that Rufus, like him, had no idea what to say. Perhaps, also like Wren, Rufus was wondering why he had a roommate when Dave had suggested this apartment would be a place one would live solo.
Wren looked around, hardly believing he was here. Only this morning he had felt he had no place to live, and now here he stood, feet firmly planted on dark, polished hardwood floors, staring out through a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows that made up the east wall of the unit. Below them Lake Michigan stretched to infinity, its aquamarine waters glimmering in th
