Chapter 5
The next morning, Lucas awoke to the sound of pots clanging around. He sat up in the twin bed that once belonged to his dad and ran a hand over his face. The room, he imagined, hadn’t changed much. The walls were bare except for a track medal that hung from a thumbtack. A desk sat in the far-right corner next to a window that overlooked the backyard and out to the cove.
It was weird being in a place that once belonged solely to his father. He tried to imagine his dad as a teenager, but he couldn’t see past the man in the tailored suits. Was he always a hardass, or did time do that to him?
He glanced at his phone—he’d fallen asleep on after a late night of texting—and checked the time. He was an early riser, but four-thirty in the morning was pushing it. He’d stayed up texting
