Chapter 2
The room Rob McDuff had unofficially moved into a few days ago wasn’t meant to be a bedroom at all.
It was more of an awkward and unused storage space, tucked into a corner of the residence across the street from a Catholic church. Walls and ceiling painted white, one tiny window overlooking a winter-dormant vegetable garden, and a deep chill along the stone floor that thankfully didn’t drift higher up.
Barely large enough for one single bed, it now held two, with space to walk and not much else. A narrow table between them held a candle situated in front of a small mirror, which provided as cheerful a light as anyone could ask. The faint beeswax aroma proved effective at dispersing the mustiness as well.
More than enough for a man limited to lounging about in bed and reading
