“Try to go on without me,” Noah whispered weakly from where he lay sprawled out across the freshly polished kitchen floor.
“Okay,” Shaun, his twin brother and the reason that he was forced to do this, said with a shrug as he shoved another piece of bread in his mouth before reaching over and helping himself to Noah’s bowl of oatmeal.
Biting back a curse that would have Mrs. Buckman threatening to grab a switch, Noah shifted his gaze to his mother, careful to look pitiful as he did only to find her standing there, pinching the bridge of her nose and-
“Are we really doing this, Noah?” she asked on an exasperated sigh that had him narrowing his eyes on her.
“Yes, we really are,” he said, giving up laying there since the heartless woman clearly didn’t care if he was near-death and dragged himself back to his feet so that he could glare at the woman that had betrayed him.