The scent of bacon tickles my sinuses as the aroma of it floats up the stairs and under our closed bedroom door. It's a smell I didn't realize I even missed.
When Nic used to live here, he started every single morning with bacon, despite my lectures on fat and nitrates. The smell awakens me to the knowledge that I have everything– everyone I need, standing by my side.
The flight got in the evening before last, and Lex, Bradley, and I spent the majority of that time leaning over the small table in the cabin of the jet as we went over the files that Bradley's father had locked away over the years. There was plenty of information, but the challenge was figuring out what we would be able to use to our advantage.
