Chapter 6: Oxygen and Burning ArmsZachary crossed the parking lot outside Jen’s café—no cars there yet—and headed for the door. The bell chimed as he stepped inside onto the black-and-white-chequered floor.
Jen looked up from behind the counter and blinked in surprise. “Zachary! It’ll take some getting used to seeing you coming in through the door.” She smiled. Any hostility he might have sensed before was gone, and rightness blossomed in his chest. This was home. Even if he didn’t have a place to stay yet, this was his home.
“Will there be time to get used to it?”
“I hope so, I think so. I’m tired of moving, Jen.”
“Mum?” A red-haired little boy came walking in from the kitchen.
“And who’s this?” Zachary knew who it was, of course, but he hadn’t actually met Luke. Another pang of guil
