Colin was on the porch when Riley came down. Ever since the humming started, this was where he would be found. A glass of fairy whiskey sat on the railing. It was still half full.
He rarely drinks, but since that day, there has always been a glass by his side. Not for him to consume. But to see the vibration of the humming,
Riley paused each time she saw him. The way he braced his shoulders made her think he was waiting for a storm to pass.
Ironically, the storm they were waiting for was playing a game.
"You didn't sleep," she said, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.
"Neither did you," was his reply. He didn't turn around, but he softened his next words, "The boys were up at four. Andy said the man was singing again."
Riley's stomach tightened. "Singing."
