Time to Go

Brandon was not up and at ‘em quite as early as usual that Saturday morning. He had been exhausted by the time he got home the night before, but it had taken him forever to fall asleep. There was just no way he could unsee what he had witnessed the night before. He finally dragged himself out of bed around ten o’clock, took a quick shower, and made his way to the kitchen hoping his mom had made some coffee. He was surprised to find there was actually some left in the pot, and she was sitting at the kitchen table herself. Usually, she’d get up, make some coffee, and stagger back to bed. He knew something must be up the second he walked in the room, but he decided to act nonchalant and let her bring it up in her own time.