Kaleb Kaideen was not in the mood to deal with this. It was a Saturday morning and the clock had just ticked to 7:22am. Seven in the morning?! He should just be going to bed, not getting up. He was haphazardly dressed in a pair of black jeans and a DKNY sweatshirt. One leg stretched straight out as he sat in a chair in the midst of his kitchen. His father was looking over a paper and eating a breakfast of bacon and eggs. He was dressed and ready to go out for a jog. Behind the island, his mother leaned her back against a counter with a mug of hot coffee in her hands. He watched her shift and knew what that meant.
It meant there was something she was trying hard not to say. She was probably trying to figure out how to put her thoughts into words, but Kaleb already knew what they were. He w
