Chapter 3
Mourning doves cooed from their position on a nearby branch. Leaves scuttled across the ground under the gentle guidance of the breeze’s touch. Gone was the hum of engines and whisper of tires on the streets as cars drive by. No thumping bass as someone played their music too loud. No screaming or yelling or phone conversations meant to be private shared with everyone and anyone within hearing range. No barking dogs. No wafting mixture of food being cooked.
Keston smiled faintly.
The first rays of sunlight began to creep over the horizon and filter through the trees. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the perfume of decaying leaves and wet earth, likely to be coming from the lake a few yards away. Maybe he’d make his way down there this afternoon, see about checking the
