Chapter 19Wednesday, September 21th
It was the aroma of bacon that brought him around. The sound of something sizzling in a frying pan had him sniffing the air before opening his eyes.
“Hungry?”
Uncle Jack wore an apron around his waist. Hand smears on the front looked so old it would be easy to assume they were thinking them part of the fabric.
“Is it morning?” Jeremy heard himself speak this time. It was a wonderful sound.
“I heard you'd called in sick to work yesterday. When I got home, you were sound asleep. I thought about waking you, having you go up to your room. I figured why wake you up to tell you to go to sleep?”
Jeremy sat up on an arm.
He was on the sofa. In the family room. The chair where the girl sat in the corner. Empty. Only this time he knew he was awake. There wa
