The closer they got to the city, the more unsettling the silence became. Before Haven, when Georgie and her parents lived downtown, this kind of quiet didn’t exist. Even in the dead of night, after the traffic had slowed and the streets had all but emptied, there was always movement. Always sounds and lights, signs the city was still alive. The wail of ambulance sirens, the roar of the L train, the rumble of airplanes overhead. Comforting. Constant. She hated the quiet.
