Chapter 13
Karl paced around his boyhood bedroom, feeling like he'd never sleep again as long as he drew breath. Not a thing had changed since he'd moved out at eighteen. The plaster walls were the same dark blue he'd painted them at twelve, and white pinholes from several posters still clustered in rectangular patterns. He doubted anyone made the climb up here to notice unless they had to.
None of those posters had been worth saving, mainly because Karl didn't care any more about his surroundings as a kid as he did in his own apartment. He hung a few because he felt like he should. He’d only bothered to change them when they got frayed enough for his mother to complain.
The room was only a few of his adult strides across, with four small windows breaking the curved walls. He'd asked An
