Shadowy light welcomed Lucian when he opened his eyes, making him unsure if it was dark already outside or if it was just because of the drawn blinds. Nate usually left them open as he didn’t like reading in the dark. Yes, Lucian had come to know this habit very well after waking up to Nate deeply absorbed in whatever it was he was reading.
Adjusting his eyes, Lucian finally saw a dark figure sitting in the corner of the room. He squinted. “Nate, is that you? What are you doing over there?” Nate’s chair was next to his bed, always.
The figure got to his feet and suddenly Lucian got a creepy feeling. This man was much taller and bulkier than Nate. He groped around for the lamp switch and turned it on. The bright light flooded over them and Lucian gasped as he recognized him.
“Uncle Frank
