Brian lived in apartments and hotel rooms. He didn’t have a home if he was honest with himself. He had a house, but he was very rarely there and even though he had grown up there, without his mother and father in it, it no longer felt like home. That house, like all the other places he stayed, was merely a place where he slept; none of them was really home.

He rolled away from Cassie, untangling himself from her without waking her, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat ...