Chapter 11: Saturday
Jake
The house was quiet. Far too quiet for a Saturday morning in the Walker home. It was just after noon and Jake was flipping pancakes for a late brunch that he was fairly sure no one would eat. Sleep had evaded him. He’d periodically looked in on both his nephews. Brian had slept through okay, save for a gleam of sweat that covered his face and matted the hair against his head despite the approaching cold of winter in the air. The meds he’d taken had made him dead to the rest of the world.
Jake tried to stifle a yawn but failed loudly and poured more batter on the grill. He’d wanted to give Matt something to help him sleep, but his nephew had stubbornly refused. The third time he’d checked on both of them, Matt had fallen into a fitful slumber, sheets tangled aro
