We arrived back at the house in the early afternoon. The only one home was Zeke, who was working at the kitchen table with his books spread out around him. He looked up at us as we walked in. "How'd it go?"
"Fine." Dad told him. "Next month we'll try the laser treatment. He said we would see some improvement right away, but for better results, Jake will have to do it multiple times."
Zeke frowned. "Is it painful?"
Dad shook his head. "Not too bad. He might be sore for a day or two after, but nothing that aspirin can't solve."
Zeke looked to me. "Are you sure you want to do this? It shouldn't matter how you look."
"It's about how he feels." Dad defended me. "Jake would feel more comfortable with the scars being less visible."
Zeke shrugged. "Okay." He went back to his schoolwork.
Dad looked around. "Still no boys?"
"Nope." Zeke replied.
"Your mom is already at work?"
"Yep."
