Tuesday morning, we followed along the same routine of getting dressed and eating breakfast with everyone. Mom and Dad headed for the office downstairs after a few words of encouragement. They even double checked on my leg, frowned at the bruise, but seemed okay when I told them that it didn't hurt to walk.
Zeke walked us out to the car, making sure we packed our bags and had remembered to grab some water bottles. "I'll bring lunch to you guys."
"What will it be?" Dave asked.
Zeke shrugged. "Haven't decided yet. Might make something with Mom's help. Or I might buy something."
"Whatever you do, bring enough for Marie. And probably Kaylee too." Kyle said.
"Alisha too!" Noah shouted from his seat. With all eyes on him, he shrugged helplessly. "What? She's our friend too."
"Your special friend?" Dave lifted an eyebrow.
Noah rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be so weird about it. She's a friend of Jake's too."
