8
Early the next morning, Makayla made her way down the staircase. A frown creased her brow when she didn’t hear her grandfather. She glanced down at Breaker who paused on the step next to her and looked up with an expectant expression.
“Where’s the old man this morning? I thought it was your turn to keep an eye on him,” she teased.
She turned and walked through the dining room to the kitchen. She spied a folded piece of paper with her name sprawled across the front of it. Walking over to where it was propped up against the coffee maker, she picked it up and unfolded it.
Had to run an errand. Be home later this evening. Henry.
Makayla glanced down at where Breaker was staring up at her. A small chuckle escaped her when he tilted his head. Laying the note down, she scratched Breaker’s
