Chapter 8The next day, Riley walked in through the back door ten minutes before opening time, and Gabe tried not to wince at the dark circles underneath his eyes. How much longer would he have to wait until he could take him home and make sure he ate and slept as he should?
“Have you had breakfast?”
Riley stared at him with vacant eyes. “Sorry, what?”
“Have you eaten?” Gabe kept his voice soft and low.
“Ah…I had an apple on the way over here.”
Raphael pushed open the swing door and leaned against it. “Come have a sandwich, Riley.”
“No, I—”
“Then you’re having breakfast with Gabe around nine.”
Riley looked between the two of them. “Oh, okay.”
The first customers started dropping in at seven—coffees to-go, a sandwich tucked into a bag for later and so on. A few ate breakfast there.
