Chapter 7

Back then, Benson often stood on overpasses, by the river, or on rooftops, letting the cold wind hit his face. At this moment, he lit a cigarette, his gaze unfocused. Every time he was in that kind of state back then, Yvonne would hold him close, soothing his fraying nerves with gentle words. In the distance, neon lights flickered. The burning cigarette reached his fingertips and jolted him back to reality. He waited a while longer. Only when the cigarette and the cold wind had completely eased the agitation inside him did he return to the car and drive off. He had made up his mind. He acted impulsively today. He needed to go back and apologize to Yvonne. By the time he parked outside the yard, the sky was already dark. Benson checked the time on his phone, annoyed at how much time had been wasted at the hospital. He looked toward the house, only to see that not a single light was on. It hit him in the chest with a heavy, muffled pain. He entered the code and was just about t