Janet nibbled on a piece of toast while watching Megan gaze out the sliding glass door. It was just after eight. The steady drizzle pattering the deck since dawn had finally given up. In the distance, an island of blue peeked through a slate gray sky. Brad had left for work an hour ago. Kyle sat in his highchair munching animal crackers while noisily playing with his food.
Megan turned her attention onto him. “Eat your cracker, honey,” she said, wiping a line of drool off his chin. The little boy took a nibble and went back to humming loudly. Megan smiled and looked back out the window, a lock of hair coiled around her finger. “Rained hard last night,” she said.
“Yes, it did,” Janet replied.
“Did it wake you?”
“Once.”
“I couldn"t sleep,” Megan went on, her gaze still fixed on the slid
