Chapter 10Jason didn’t act right at the park later that morning. He told me right off the bat he wouldn’t be able to spend the weekend with me this time. I studied his eyes, read the pain I saw there, and crawled into the cab of the SUV anyway. He gave me a long look and then drove us to his place without saying another word. I went straight to his studio to be available but out of his way. I looked at some of his recent sketches. They were wild, done in big, dark strokes. Different from anything else of his I’d seen.
He spent a long time pacing around the big room he called a den. I’d brought my knives and a half-completed wolf to show him, but it didn’t seem like the time for it, so I settled down at a worktable in a corner of the studio and started whittling. At first, I was nervous an
