Chapter 13
Hunter returned to the kitchen and threw open the windows to let in the cold, cleansing air. The room reeked of smoke and burned food. He took the pan outside and put it in one of the garbage cans. He just didn’t want the reminder, and besides, the pan was burned so badly as to render it unusable.
Not surprisingly, he found he had no appetite. So he headed back upstairs, thinking that if it hadn’t already been done for him, he could at least make his bed.
The bedroom looked, to his relief, as he had left it. He pulled up the comforter and arranged the pillows at the headboard, catching a glimpse of himself in the wall mirror as he did so. His hair was sticking up in several different directions, and even though his pulse rate had returned to normal, his skin retained a sickly
