Bright, morning sunshine streamed through the window early the next morning and my eight-year-old self couldn't want to go to Disney World... even though we may not even make it there. But that's not the point. The most important thing is getting everyone out of town safely.
Maybe things may have been different if my parents and Colt hadn't died. This was my one chance... our one chance, Stellan and mine, to make things right.
I ran out to the kitchen as the scent of fresh coffee filled the room.
"Morning, dear," Mom said, handing me a glass of orange juice. Actually, I would have rather had coffee, but there was no way that my mother would give me coffee... especially not before a long car trip. "Drink your juice. We're going to eat breakfast on the road."
I nodded, clearly excited. "Okay, Mom!" In fact, I hadn't been this excited about anything in a very long time... maybe ever. "So, is Colt here yet?" I took a sip of my juice and it tasted heavenly.