CHAPTER FOUR

That night, he dreamt he was standing at his bedroom window.

Down in the yard, beside the pine tree, a boy stood wreathed in shadow, despite the cataract eye of the moon soaring high in the sky behind him.

And though the window was closed, Timmy heard him whisper: “Would you die for him?”

He squinted to see more than just shadow, his heart filled with dread.

“Darryl?”

And then he woke, warmed by the morning sun, nothing but the distant echo of the whisper in his mind.

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