Six
“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?”
Luke swung the ax, gratified when the log split and the halves toppled to the ground. He set the next log on the chopping block before he turned to face his mother. She was still in her pajamas and stood on the top step of the deck with her arms folded across her chest to ward off the cool of the morning. “What makes you think something’s on my mind?”
“You didn’t go to bed until after midnight, yet you’re out here fully dressed and chopping firewood when it’s barely bright enough to see the logs.”
The corner of his mouth briefly quirked upward in amusement. “Uncle Bill called me yesterday. I was going to talk to you about it last night, but when I walked into the cabin and saw you all sitting together on the couch… I couldn’t bring myself to r
