That Is An Order

~Frey~

"Who exactly is that?" Mom’s curiosity spiraled from the tiny kitchen table behind me.

I was still coughing, trying to clear the hot coffee from my windpipe while dark liquid stained the front of my favorite white shirt. Beside the open door, Jonah bounced up and down on his heels in pure joy. My gaze stayed locked on the doorway. Vaughn stood there, taking up the whole cheap metal frame.