The breakfast table is filled with bowls of bacon, boiled eggs, sandwiches, hot dogs, hamburgers, sausages, scrambled eggs, muffins, and French toast.
Jack sits next to me at the table. He lays his hand on my lap. I'm still puzzled by the golden ring that slipped from his pockets. He said it was a promise ring from his sister but for some reason, I don't believe him. I think there's a part he left out in the story. Because why was he hiding it in his jeans? Why wasn't he wearing it? Does he carry it with him everywhere?
Everyone is at the table. Billie and Noah are the last to join us. They were probably having some morning glory before coming down for breakfast. Yes, they took the same room. No wonder Mom scowls at them when they take their seats. She has no idea that her little last c
