Chapter 63, Part 4 - Gods and Men

Zoey had to know for herself. She slowly, and weakly, came to the door of the café to peek outside under the morning’s first light. There, she waited, silently. It was the morning after she heard that Aden died, and Alice killed him.

Out on the road, closing in on their secluded town, Alice had eyes that almost defied the rising of the sun. It was emotionless. Lifeless. Unlike the sun, her eyes didn’t glint with hope or chance. It only glinted with action and resolve. The death-stained irises of her eyes didn’t have any room for mercy.

Lyle had arrived in the town first, waiting for Alice as well. He looked through a narrow slit between the cover of trees that surrounded the town, onto the open road. In the far distance, he could faintly see Alice’s car maneuvering along the curved road. “She’s back,” Lyle whispered to himself. They were going to keep the jar of ashes in the town for a while. “We’re almost in