Creepy shadows cast from the tightly packed Creole cottages that filled the French Quarter gave the half-empty street a sinister atmosphere. Known as the playground of ghosts and vampires by night, the French Quarter also held a quaint charm in the moonlight. Without the clamoring footsteps of tourists that filled the streets by day, the Quarter at night regained its cozy atmosphere as a tight-knit community of neighbors, rather than a modern-day vacation destination. The stillness surrounding them seemed to ease the frustration that had been coursing through Pamela’s body. The slow and steady tick of her heels against the sidewalk lulled her throbbing mind into a hypnotic trance. The emotional highs and lows of the evening had left her completely spent. As she felt Daniel’s hand in hers, she found an uncanny comfort in his presence. It was almost as if he soothed some inner fire, smothering the flames that had fueled her worry and self-doubt for far too long.
