Of course he had.
"Okay," Alan muttered, stepping forward as we continued walking. "What the hell was that?"
"What was what?" I asked innocently, still guiding Amber toward the exit.
Alan shot me a look. "Our father looking like he just saw a ghost, you two exchanging weird glances, and now we’re all randomly leaving? What are you not telling me?"
Aaron and I exchanged a glance of our own. We didn’t stop walking.
Alan groaned. "You are telling me. Now."
I sighed heavily, shaking my head. "Look, it’s really simple. The nurse said we need waffles and bacon to regain our strength."
Silence.
Alan’s steps faltered. "…What?"
Amber, still walking beside me, turned her head slowly.
Her brows knitted together.
Her voice was **flat.** "Waffles. And. Bacon?"
Aaron
