THERON RAKED A HAND through his hair as he climbed the steps to Leah's room, frustrated. This had been his fourth straight day of meditation. He had gone to his quiet place, a large, flat boulder sitting amidst a circle of towering spruce approximately a quarter of a mile beyond the east side of his home. It was his place to sit and absorb the world around him: the pine-scented breeze, the delicate songs of the birds, the warm sun upon his face and body.
He would sit there, eyes closed, concentrating on absolutely nothing. It was his way to center himself within a chaotic world. His life had certainly been chaotic the past several weeks.
Five hours of meditating, silent chanting, practicing his relaxation techniques. “And it hadn't helped a damn bit.”
Leah Nolan continued to occupy hi
