Ryder
I was on the back porch when I heard it, the particular sound of a kid being sick, carrying clear through the open window of Micah's room two floors up. I don't sleep much most nights anyway, habit left over from years of needing to stay alert for reasons that had nothing to do with sick kids or estates or any of the life I'd somehow ended up living now. So I was already moving before I fully registered deciding to.
I got there before Becky did, which surprised me until I remembered Caleb had finally convinced her to take something mild to help her sleep after three straight nights of barely resting, worried the exhaustion itself was going to catch up with her health eventually if she kept refusing.
Micah was curled miserable over the side of his bed when I pushed the door open, t
