Chapter Seven
“So you still haven’t told me how it was, staying with Karen and Jack,” Luke said. “And you haven’t filled me in on school, girls, any problems you’ve had—or whatever has you staring endlessly at that phone.”
He took in the sun rising above the horizon through the kitchen window as the coffee finished brewing. Brady was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, his hair sticking up, as he worked on his second bowl of cereal. He had taken the last of the Oaty-O’s, which were also Luke’s favorite.
Brady put down his cell phone and shoved another huge bite of cereal in his mouth, then just stared in that stubborn way of his, chewing, maybe deciding what not to say. He shoved over the carton of milk, which was also empty, sitting on the counter beside him. Evidently, a trip to the grocery
