Riley looked out the window to see the snow clouds hanging low, ready to pop at any moment and cover the ground in a soft white blanket. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed the lake house, especially in the winter. His abdomen was still feeling tight from the gunshot wound. The injury had taken a lot out of him, and he was sleeping most of the day. Today, he seemed to feel better. A lot better.
He left his room and headed for the kitchen to see if Jonathan had already started breakfast, only to find it empty; even the coffee pot hadn’t been turned on. That was unusual. Jonathan was always up early. Riley couldn’t remember the last time he had actually been the one to start the coffee. He walked over to the counter and opened the coffee maker and found fresh grounds ready to start. Jonath
