Chapter 62 A Fall

• He fulfilled my wish, and as we devoured the last of his pizza, we settled into a reassuring stillness. I quickly glanced at the silent man in front of me as I listened to the sound of our breathing and the light wind outside. His bare feet were positioned in front of the carpet, and his eyes were darting around like he remembered something.
• I snapped out of his reverie and asked, "Is the house always this quiet?"
• "Most of the time," Tyrone said, blinking his eyes to bring them back into focus as if attempting to disengage himself from the past. "It's just me, Rosella and thirty-two empty rooms."