Buck carefully laid his laptop and case in among his clothes.

He ran back in and found enough holes and protrusions to hoist himself up to where Buck lay.

Buck lay back in the darkness, wondering.

Two hours later, Buck and Chloe lay in bed, unable to sleep.

Buck laid a hand on the rabbi's forearm.

Buck lay awake one midnight, pleased to hear Chloe's deep rhythmic breathing and know she was asleep.

The prayer grew fainter, and Buck lay back down and rolled onto his side.

Buck lay his cheek on her pillow, his lips inches from her ear.

Buck pulled the plant from the vase and laid it on the floor, muddy roots and all.

Buck laid a hand on the old man's shoulder.