Out of the Shadows
Chapter One
As I walked up the sidewalk
to the piazza of the
deMarionne mansion on
the evening of my return
to Charleston, I knew that I neared a moment where, on
each side, everything in my past and future would hang in
perfect balance.
Unlike many of the events of the four days that followed,
this was a moment of crystalline significance that required
no further thought or consideration. I understood its fullness
and finality at that moment. With each halting step
toward the gloom of the piazza, I was keenly aware that I
also approached the edge of my own Rubicon, with its dark,
swirling waters between me and the uncertainty that waited
beyond the boundaries of the far shore.
Shadows swallowed me as I stopped in front of the
mansion's massive door. Wicker chairs, which had been
barely visible from the stre ... read full excerpt from Out of the Shadows ebook
