Chapter 6
Abbott sat on the boulders lining the shore of Lake Michigan. Behind him: Chicago’s skyline. The air off the water was cool and had a slightly fishy odor. Below him, the spray from the waves against the rocks dampened the bottom of his jeans.
Abbott closed his eyes.
When he opened them, the sky had gone dark. His heart began to thud. He could no longer feel the boulder beneath him, only a sickening dizzy sensation of being suspended in mid-air. The chill water below him rose and fell, rose and fell, and in spite of its cold, Abbott broke out in a sweat, wondering when his denial of gravity would come to an end, and he would plunge into the dark, churning lake.
He could not swim.
The wind picked up, shrieking.
He tried to turn, to move, to find purchase for his dangling legs
