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9: Coworkers

I stumbled out of bed and over to my window. I opened the the curtains. The bright light temporarily blinded me.

I noticed, as I looked out the window, over the driveway, that Caiden's car wasn't in the driveway.

He must have gone out really early this morning.

Letting out a loud yawn, a wandered down the stairs, and to the kitchen.

Case sat at the breakfast bar, devouring a stack of pancakes. There was maple syrup dripping down his chin, and he quickly wiped it away.

He took a long drink of water, he glared at me over the rim of his glass.

I narrowed my eyes at him, not breaking the stare.

I was still really pissed off at him, and waiting for my apology.

I know that he'll cave eventually, and admit that I'm right.

"'Morning sweetheart." my mother sang, flipping some bacon in a pan.

"Good morning," I yawned. "You're going all out for breakfast today, eh?" I ran a hand through my hair, trying to get it out of my face.

"Sunday family breakfast," She smiled at me. "It's good to have options."

Ever since I could remember, my mother has been cooking breakfast for the whole or family to eat together.

Most of the time she would make french toast or pancakes, but some times she made waffles, crepes or scrambled eggs.

French toast was always my favorite, but waffles were a close second.

My mother scooped up three pancakes and stacked them on a plate. She added some bacon, and handed me the plate, along with a fork and knife.

I seated myself as far away from my brother as I could, just to prove my point.

Yes, I was being childish and pretty, but I wanted him to know I was still upset.

The murmur of voices got louder as Ray and my father walked up the stairs from the basement.

"He does this way too often," Ray spoke. "My wife would've been able to deal with him."

"Lindsay and I, would be happy to try and help." My father offered.

"I'd appreciate it, but I'm not quite sure he'd listen. But maybe we could try."

Their conversation ended when they entered the kitchen.

What did Ray mean by his wife? Where is she? Is she still his wife? Maybe she kicked him out? But why kick Caiden out too? And why did he say would've?

I had a lot of questions.

But none of them were my place to ask.

It was none of my business.

But that didn't mean I couldn't be curious.

"Morning honey," My father leaned over and pecked my mother's lips. "Smells delicious."

"This looks fantastic Lindsay, you're an amazing cook." Ray complemented, as him and my father took their plates of food.

Ray gave me a confused look, noticing the space in between my brother and I.

After I didn't give him an answer, he just shrugged, sitting down next to me, and took a big bite of his steaming food.

I continued eating my heaven on a plate, when my mother asked Ray a question.

"Where's Caiden?"

Ray let out an audible sigh. "He went out last night and isn't home yet. But he texted me, he's at his girlfriend's house."