August

Making breakfast was not something August was particularly good at. Cooking in general was not his forte, but since he couldn’t go back to sleep after he woke up at 5:00 in the morning, he decided to get up around 6:00 and go to the kitchen to make breakfast for Mercy.

He’d laid awake for much of the night, thinking about what Rider had told him and the discussion he’d had with his mom. He knew that she was right, that he shouldn’t tell Mercy what he’d found out. But at the same time, he hated keeping information from her, too. If he was in her position, wouldn’t he...