15
Don was loading the car as Kate surveyed the bedroom one last time. She planned to drive back to Loudon. Having the steering wheel in her hands would steady her jangling nerves as she broached the subject of Owen’s paternity. Satisfied they hadn’t forgotten anything, she walked downstairs.
“Good morning, you two.” She poured cereal into a bowl and splashed some milk on top. “Don should be finished loading the car. Do you know if he had breakfast?”
“Not yet.” Sherry looked up when Don came in. “And here he is now. Breakfast, son?”
“Thanks, Mom. Kate, I grabbed our travel mugs from the car.” Don slathered jam on a slice of toast and devoured it.
Nervously, Kate finished her cereal and washed out the bowl. She held up a mug after adding cream and sugar.
“Coffee?”
“That’d be great.”
