JJ
By late afternoon, Benny had started pretending he wasn’t hurt again.
I caught him reaching into an upper cabinet with one arm stretched over his head and the other pressed against his side, his face pinched tightly enough that I knew exactly how well the decision was going.
“What are you doing?”
He froze. “Nothing.”
“You’re halfway inside the cabinet.”
“I wanted chips.”
I walked over, reached past him, and pulled the bag down. “You got shot less than a week ago.”
“And somehow nobody warned me that would interfere with snacks.”
“Sit down.”
He gave me a look, but when I pointed toward the couch, Benny sighed dramatically, took the chips, and obeyed.
Millie was sprawled on the floor nearby with markers and paper covering most of the coffee table. Nixx had been gone for hours de
