Chapter 18
Grim opened his eyes, the sound of thunder still in his ears. The answering echo chased away the fragmented images of his dream. Another bad one, but he was getting used to them. He’d been having a lot of them lately.
Must be the heat, he thought.
He heard the whistle of percolating coffee in the kitchen, heard footsteps, and rose to investigate. His back seemed to have lines of fire across it, and the bandages felt crusty. He’d have to change them before the girls woke up.
Inside the kitchen, Danny stood, half asleep it seemed, over the percolating coffee.
“Morning, Danny.”
Danny turned, startled, and nodded. The morning stubble on his face added years, and the shadows of the long night before darkened the flesh beneath his eyes. “Why’d you sleep on the couch?”
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