Finally he entered.
For the first time in his life, he stood in his home that was cold and empty. His heart sank with the deflated hope that maybe Zeke had come back and had been tending to the hearth, but the deep cold of the air and floor and walls, the dust gathered, and even the snow coming in from a broken window in the kitchen gave evidence to the opposite. Since Noah burst from this door on the night of the Ascended attack, no one else had been here.
He sucked in a deep breath.
Hours passed with Noah working silently to bring the home back to where it needed to be. He started with the fire. He cleaned out old ashes and the chimney. Then he built a raging, roaring fire within the stone fireplace. He sat there watching it come to life for a long time before he could get up and continue to restore what once was.
nothing to confess
