Chapter 117
- The Uber pulls up out the front of the house at 6:45 a.m. sharp., I pay the driver and climb out. The front porch light is on, even though the sun is just coming up over the hills.
- The air is getting colder, and a small cloud appears in front of me as I exhale.
- I wring my hands in front of me, walk up the steps, and I knock on the door.