Five Years Later.
The sun was setting over the Vance Estate, but it no longer looked like a dying thing. It painted the sky in sweeping strokes of bruised purple, burning orange, and finally, a soft, forgiving gold.
For fifteen years, I had watched sunsets from this house and hated them, because night meant darkness, and darkness meant fear. Now, as I sat on the cool stone of the terrace steps, the coming night didn't frighten me. It just meant it was time to turn on the porch lights.
I wrapped my cardigan tighter around my shoulders, not against a chill, but for the comfort of it, and watched the beautiful chaos unfolding on the lawn.
"Faster! Faster, you beast!"
