53The end of September remained unseasonably warm as Alex pushed the stroller through Boston’s Public Gardens. She left Crystal alone with Treyan, who hadn’t woken up since they moved him from the kitchen floor to Alex’s bed. She said he had a fever and would do what she could to bring it down, but the wound on his back was refusing to heal, and that was what caused the most concern.
She immediately offered to bring him to her hospital, but Alex refused. He wasn’t of this world and the last thing she needed were more questions about who he was and where he came from.
She was deflecting enough from Crystal as it was.
Glancing up, the sun had made its way around another cloud, peppering the walk with shadows through the leaves. It still surprised her, seeing only one sun in the sky, as if
