Gone to Ground [antikvár]

1Will Grayson had been awake since a little after five, the light leaking through the curtains like spoiled milk. An hour earlier, maybe more, Jake had cried out from the middle of a dream, and although Lorraine had stirred beside him, it had been Will who had pushed back the covers and barefooted into the adjoining room. The four-year-old's pyjama top was soaked through with sweat, his skin slick to the touch, breath sour on Will's face as he held him close. A dream about wolves. Some animated film to blame, Will thought, wolves, slinky and grey, sliding down between tall silvered trees.'It's aU right,' WiU had murmured. 'It's okay. They're not real.'For a moment, the boy's eyes had seemed to focus on Will's face, taking in the words, and Will had kissed his damp forehead and lowered him back down.'It's early. Go back to sleep.'He stood there, watching, until he heard the boy's breathing change.