Chapter Two
ZEKE
I feel like hell.
It was a rough weekend, and I keep checking my phone, waiting on news from Wes. I’ve barely slept last night.
Oliver had two seizures over the weekend, and Wes has been by his side every night, watching over him. This meant that I also didn’t get a lot of sleep, too worried for both of them.
But, since I couldn’t get someone else to fill in for me, I had to be at the cafe this morning at least.
I wipe the counters between attending to people, needing to give my hands something to do.
“Zeke.” Nathan waves his hand in front of my face.
I blink, startled, dropping the cloth. “Nathan.” My heart beats harder, a little easier for some reason.
“What’s going on?” He steps to the end of the counter, and I follow him.
“I…” I sigh. “There’s just…” I look a
