Chapter 8
Marc
When Marc opened his eyes, it took him a moment to remember where he was and who was wrapped around him, holding him tightly to his chest. The moonlight had disappeared and the room was shrouded in darkness.
He could hear the sounds of the lake—the cicadas, the crickets, even an owl. He heard a dock clinking as the water swirled around it, and he wondered if a boat had just raced by. He glanced at the old-style alarm clock with large red numbers: 4:15 A.M.
His bladder pleaded with him to relieve the pressure, so he carefully slid out of Aiden’s arms and padded out of the room and found the bathroom. He did his business and washed his hands. A glance into the mirror showed his hair sticking up all over the place. He tried to smooth it down, but knew it was a lost cause an
