I couldn't sleep (again) so here is a brief snippet of the next chapter. Enjoy.
Clark is in the kitchen preparing dinner when his oldest son comes into the house. "You're late," not looking up as he stirs the spaghetti sauce.
"Sorry about that," tossing his backpack on one of the kitchen chairs.
"I hope you have a good excuse," looking up at last.
"I do," he replies.
Clark is in the kitchen preparing dinner when his oldest son comes into the house. "You're late," not looking up as he stirs the spaghetti sauce.
"Sorry about that," tossing his backpack on one of the kitchen chairs.
"I hope you have a good excuse," looking up at last.
"I do," he replies.
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