Forever...Again. Maureen Child

      He took a sip of the too-hot coffee and watched a pair of squirrels race across the ground and chase each other up the trunk of a gnarled pine. “Hell, even the squirrels have more of a life than I do.”

      Wincing at the sound of self-pity in his voice, Ron gave a quick look around the emptiness surrounding him, as if reassuring himself there’d been no witnesses. Nope. He was safe.