It all began when Nick walked in on Cora that morning. A young man, a stranger with dark hair pulled into a ponytail, he startled her with his unforeseen entrance. She had no way of knowing she would come to share his ambitions—ambitions that would lead them all into danger.
The courtroom smelled of cigarettes and fear. People were moving, talking, interacting, and he had no idea what was going on, what his place in this machinery might be. He had an uneasy feeling that he could end up the star of an ugly show.
Now, I am a loner. My song becomes one of solitude.…I don’t mind it, really. Time alone is good. You can think things through, clear up what is in your mind, make connections among your thoughts, find the currents, the ebb and flow, the cold and the warm, and feel them purl.