JULIEN LAFAYETTE slammed the car door and headed up the walk toward his bungalow style house. The itchy feeling all over his skin had started three days ago, and it kept increasing as time passed. A normal person might visit the doctor, but Julien didn’t bother. He knew a prescription couldn’t solve the problem, whatever it was. His family had always possessed a sixth sense, for lack of a better term. They knew when something was coming, when change was upon them; they just couldn’t tell if the momentous news would be good or bad until it happened. Usually, it was bad. It wasn’t something he preferred to contemplate at the moment. He’d already lost so much…. What else could life take away from him? What else could he take away from himself? Fool. Julien snorted and shoved his hands in his jean pockets, fingers fiddling with his keys, beneath the warm Texas sun. It was cold for Dallas, but warmer than a Louisiana boy knew growing up. Hell, Christmas was less than a week away and there wasn’t a speck of snow on the ground.
