Chapter 4: Old HabitsHE WOKE UP in his bed this time, the room dark except for the yellow light that snuck in from under the door. Tony was up and moving around, the rhythm of his steps and the smell of bacon telling Cole that breakfast was out there, if only he could bring himself to get up. As he contemplated making his first movements of the day, Tony called out rather loudly for him. That was soon followed by frustrated footsteps nearing the door. Seconds later, the door shook with three thuds from Tony’s fist and then he pushed it open.
“Cole.”
“Huh,” He mumbled from under the sheets.
“Cole, get up.”
“But Dad…”
“Dammit, Cole, I’m not kidding. Get up. I’m assuming the bloody towel in the sink is yours.”
Tony had Cole’s interest now and he moved slowly from one side, to his back,
