SHUTTING THE door to his car Nathaniel's eyes squirm at the ray of the summer sun, touching his face. The burning warmth caressed his skin. He could feel it walking up into his tee-shirt.
His gaze stopped at the old one-story house, the brick plastered, almost fading than the last time he'd seen it. The porch remained completely, eerily, silent.
Stretching his finger to the doorbell, he pressed hard, hearing the dinging sound coming from the other side.
Nathaniel had no idea why, but somehow he found himself waking up early this morning, feeling the raising urge to take a drive around town. But somehow he found himself right at the front porch of Joe's house. Feeling there was unfinished business with them.
After what felt like a minute, the clicking sound of the door bolt pulle
