4
Despite how bone-weary he felt, Devon couldn’t sleep. There was a strange distant humming that came from outside. He’d gotten up more than once to listen to the eerie sound and wondered what it was. Rebecca had come down the first time, worried when she’d heard the front door open. She wore a puffy robe with little pink hearts on it and stared at him bleary-eyed.
“Everything okay?” she asked, stifling a yawn with one hand.
“That sound…like a distant hive of bees. What is it?” He’d opened the door a little wider, hoping she too could hear it.
She came to join him at the doorway and peered out into the night, listening. He studied her face, struck again by her beauty, the pleasant array of her features, and the way her hair spilled around her shoulders. He gave himself a shake to stop
