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Isaac woke to his head pounding. He groaned and rolled over, placing a hand on his forehead. Why did it feel like he’d been hit by a sledgehammer? The pounding continued. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. Yes, he had a headache, but there was someone actually pounding on the front door.
“I’m coming,” he grumbled, slipping from beneath his covers. Trudging to the front door, he opened it mid-pound. Sunlight blasted his retinas, and he squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn’t usually so bright this early in the morning.
Whoever was at the door released what sounded like a sigh of relief. “Oh, good, you’re okay.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He opened an eye partway. Caleb stood on his front porch, fully dressed and ready for the day.
Caleb opened the screen door and walked past Isaac, not waiti
