(Lucas’ POV)
I turned our alarm off, so we could sleep in the next day. I’d already asked dad if he and mom would come over for breakfast today. We’re expecting them around ten since today is mom’s late day at the clinic.
I also asked dad not to mention anything to anyone else, especially Emmitt, until we had the chance to talk among the four of us. I didn’t want to worry anyone without a good reason, nor did I want to overwhelm Tracey. Though I had to admit this whole thing with her does have me worried.
Mom keeps saying it’s just mild PTSD, but I’m not so sure. I saw the fear in her eyes yesterday morning. The only trouble is, when I looked at where she had been looking I didn’t see what she had. And believe me, I looked. As soon as she was safely in the car, I looked all around. But
