The next morning, I woke up feeling rested but restless. It was my least favorite kind of wake-up. I almost wished I’d had a bad night’s sleep to match the aching worry that hit my chest as soon as thought entered my brain.
Sharon was already up and moving, a toothbrush extending from her cheek as she said, “Pffkaff?”
I smiled and waited for her to finish. “You were saying?”
“Pancakes. Do you want pancakes? I’m headed over to make a mess for everybody.”
I didn’t feel much like eating, which was rare, but I figured I’d probably need the sustenance. “Sure. I’ll help.”
We made our way over to the store as the sun began to come up over the tops of the mountains around us. LaKeemba and Shelby were already there with coffee mugs on the front porch. “Inside,” Shelby gestured over her shoulde
