The library is one of the few places he can quietly sit around and house hunt. Before him are his phone, a local paper, a notepad with various addresses scribbled. Zillow worked just fine, but he needed something down physically. He has a pen in one hand and his chin in the other, eyes unfocused as he just scrolls through house listings. He hadn’t slept after he’d gotten back from the bar, he didn’t so much anymore, sleep was hard to come by, he would rather be a semblance of productive. So instead of crawling into bed, he scrolls, he scribbles, he tries to picture a home for him and Micah and Tobias.
The woods were quiet, he could hear leaves crunching under his feet. Around him, they were beginning to change colors. He can hear his brothers up ahead, the sounds of them messing around in the distance. They can’t be all that far from the family camp, they’re being too loud to be deep in the woods. Deep in the woods where they’d always been told to be quiet, to be vigilant.Â
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