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Chapter 14-1
Chapter Fourteen Brogan moodily stared out the window. The snow continued to fall with a thickness that made it virtually impossible to see more than a few feet from the house. He could hear the snap and the groan of the trees as the wind rushed through the forest. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Barrack asked, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe to the kitchen. Looking at Barrack over his shoulder, Brogan shook his head. No, he wouldn’t stand here all day. He was waiting for the kettle to sing so he could make Delilah another cup of the tea that she enjoyed. In the background, he could hear the music she had turned on. He walked past his brother into the kitchen when he heard the kettle start to boil. Glancing at his brother’s face, he noticed that Barrack wanted to tal
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