Chapter 4Ian was grateful that the rest of the train ride was uneventful, and it seemed that the bartender and the other passenger were as well. They offered to buy him more drinks, but Ian knew that one might be relaxing, but any more might make him lose his clarity, and he definitely needed that this morning.
From the train station, he caught an Uber with a driver who wasn’t half as friendly as Amon. Ian stared at the New England countryside, not realizing how much he’d missed it in the time he’d been gone.
He arrived at his parents’ house a little after seven. As he came in the side door that led into the kitchen, his family turned to look. His father, Raferty, was pouring milk into his coffee. Ian’s mother, Susanna, smiled as she inserted a spoonful of yogurt into her mouth, and Ian’
