February 24th excerpt:
Stan wandered a few steps closer to a partially folded map, intrigued by the intertwining lines, dots, and words. None of it made sense to him, but he stared anyway trying to figure it out. He thoughtfully traced one of the thicker, bolded lines with the tip of his shoe, following its path.
Maybe that’s what it was, Stan thought with a tilt of his head. A path. A road, somehow.
Brothers Apart 