Chapter Eight
He was preparing to scramble some eggs, hearing the sound of water running in the house and knowing his mom was now up. He had slept surprisingly better, but it wasn’t lost on him that his siblings were all over the place when it came to their dad.
“You’re up early. You made coffee?” his mom said, running her fingers through her hair. She was wearing her blue housecoat, her hair sticking up, and she ran her fingers through it, sweeping it back. He gestured to the full coffeepot as he added oil to the pan, then put some bread in to toast. Then he reached into the cupboard and pulled out a mug to pour a cup for her.
“Thank you,” she said as she took a seat on a stool at the island.
“Always up early, Mom. You know that.”
She smiled as she took a sip of her steaming coffee.
