The house Jason grew up in was just a block from the beach. It wasn’t a large house. In fact, there were only three bedrooms, so his sister, Lucy, had gotten her own room while he’d had to share with his older brother, Kent. And the whole family had shared the lone bathroom.
Before he’d come home a few days earlier, his mom had lived there by herself. His father died a few years back. Lucy had called to tell him, but he hadn’t attended the funeral of the man who’d hated him.
He parked his Civic in the driveway and slid his bad leg carefully out of the car. He had to hold onto the car to steady himself, then he closed and locked it, looking out to sea. The evening clouds rolled in, looking vaguely ominous.
He’d always had a vivid imagination. This was not Castle Rock and he was not a Ste
