Chapter 6
The rain beats against the window, lightning flashes through his closed eyelids, wind howls and hollows his bones, and the thunder shakes the very building; he’s experienced storms before – it’s not like he’s never sat through a hurricane, but he’s never done it like this, when the god of thunder mourns so greatly that the very world trembles at his feet, and Peter huddles into the corner where his bed meets the wall. He knows she’s in California right now, visiting her aunt and uncle, but still subject to the very horror that he himself is exposed to.
On the opposite side of the country, she trembles under her brother’s protective arm, bringing her blanket to cover her head; she knows, across the country, that Peter is experiencing the same wild storm, and she thinks – if they try hard enough – they can reach out, and their hands will touch, and it will almost be alright.