Shaun Walters, son of Mary Walters, had locked himself in his room, and was heard destroying the furniture therein. Ms. Walters had her son taken in for emergency psychiatric evaluation.… The minute the Gremlin pulled into the driveway, Will darted out of his room. It was almost two in the morning, and he had been waiting for Gretchen to get home. Waiting, and trying not to worry. Unsuccessfully. She hadn’t replied to any of his calls, any of his texts. But what could he do about it? He had spent his time staring out his window at the house across the creek. The wooden shingle siding was a pale smudge against the darkness. The charcoal outline of the trees stood sentry against the starry sky. As usual, a soft yellow light spilled from a window in the corner, casting illumination on the gate and grass beyond. Every now and again, the breeze would carry a few notes as far as Will’s open window. Will remembered how, when his hearing was better, he would fall asleep to the sounds of Johnny’s music.
