Chapter 35

Quinn snorted. “I was thinking more like the grave.”

And there was more truth in that than Aaron wanted to admit.

* * * *

“Aaron? You in here, kid?”

Aaron jerked away, his heart beating frantically as he twisted to look at the other side of the bed. But Quinn, and all trace of him, was gone.

“Aaron?” Uncle Will called again, and opened the door. “There you are. I bought you a breakfast burrito.”

“Okay,” Aaron said. “Give me a second here.”

“I’ll put the coffee on.”

It took Aaron a while to get his leg attached and to pull his boxers on. He stood, wincing at the pain in his stump. His crutches were in the den, he thought. He’d take his leg off after Uncle Will left and use them for the rest of the day. Give his stump a break.

He walked out to the kitchen, hating the awkwardness of his gait.

Uncle Will was making coffee like he promised. “You look like hell.”