Chapter 54: Set the Table and Leave an Empty Chair for the Visitor Who May ComeWhen I’d reached the top of Berri Street, I stopped running, and bending over a little, tried to catch my breath. The cold air scorched my lungs. Obviously, I’d pushed myself too hard. I could feel my heart banging up against my rib cage and the blood pounding though my veins. Straightening up, I looked around at the sleepy streets below. Five o’clock in the morning: The only time I had to Old Port to myself.
Above, smoky clouds rushed across the dark sky and a cold winter wind swept over the river. I blew into my hands and stared down at the port. From here, I could see our loft, where Derek and Myles slept soundly, resting after our New Year’s bash. I’d woken up with a start this morning, last night’s events
