Chapter 11: Oliver
Oliver’s heart was full to near bursting. He had woken up just before the alarm was to go off and followed his nose into the kitchen where Cole was in the midst of a culinary tsunami. Every surface was covered in a pot or a pan or an opened container. Flour dusted the kitchen’s island. He noticed that three out of four eggshells had made it into the trash. Sadly, the one that didn’t was still slowly sliding down the wall nearby. Any potential frustration was erased when Cole turned around and flashed him a proud smile. Flour slashed his face causing him to look like the Ziggy Stardust of Mulberry Lane.
“What the hell, dude?” Oliver said with a chuckle.
“It’s breakfast! I thought I’d surprise you guys!”
Both men turned to face the doorway as Wyatt slid into view. “Sur
