Chapter 10The wind rattled the living room’s patio window, and slightly dazed, Henley raised his blurry gaze, tearing it away from the book opened on his thighs. He’d been reading The Brothers Karamazov in his parents’ living room all afternoon, and yet, he was still on page fifty-three. That was all right. After all, he’d read this novel twice already. He always seemed to go back to it every time he felt lost. Something about those three Russian brothers, their complicated bond, their devotion to one another, gave him comfort. He’d never had that kind of bond with anyone. Not even with his sister Lucy. Never mind a lover.
What would it feel like to know someone’s soul as you knew your own? And why was he thinking of this now?
The sky was turning dark out there, but it was only four in t
