Chapter 3We’re all like snowflakes—unique and one of a kind.
Theo loved the hum of the strip light as he hit the switch. Wood shavings covered most of the ground; hay bales lined the walls except the one where he had hooks mounted for his tools. Filling his lungs with the chilled air, he let his problems melt away.
It only took a few seconds before Cat came walking into the barn. Cat was an ugly excuse for a cat. His fur was a dirty brownish yellow, and he was missing half an ear, but he kept Theo company. He’d never meant to get a cat, but only a few weeks after he’d bought the house, Cat had shown up and refused to leave, so Theo had first begun to talk to him and then feed him a little, though there were probably enough mice around to keep him full.
Leaving his coffee cup, still half
