The light

""Dad, listen to this,” said Rowan, reading from his Ipad, his voice at thirteen adolescently husky though still punctuated by pubescent squeaks, his raven-black face shaded ghostly blue in the pale radiance of the glowing screen as the cloud-shrouded dusk of a dying day deepened beyond the old Land Rover’s windshield while lightning flashed in the darkening sky accompanied by a rumble of thunder, and raindrops spattered the dusty glass."