Chapter Nine
Raymond heard something.
As he opened his eyes, he sat up from where he must have fallen asleep in the easy chair. The sun was up, and Luke was walking his way, wearing a wrinkled orange T-shirt and blue jeans and holding two coffees.
“So you stayed up all night.” Luke offered the steaming mug, taking in the still folded blanket at the end of the sofa with a pillow on top. “Don’t know how you take it, so you’re getting it black.”
Raymond reached for the mug, unsure of what to make of the expression on his son’s face. He took a welcome swallow, feeling the ache from lack of sleep. “It’s fine. Appreciate it.”
“Heard you and Mom out here last night, arguing.”
“Sorry. Do you want me to say I didn’t plan on it? I didn’t expect to find myself here, camping out. Your mom is a l
