(Jackson)
I woke up the next morning and heard voices downstairs. Mom and Dad were talking in the kitchen. I grabbed my crutches and made my way down, careful not to put weight on my ankle.
When I walked in, they both looked up.
"Morning," Dad said. "How's the ankle?"
"Better," I said, sitting down at the table. "Still hurts, but it's not as bad as yesterday."
Mom set a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. "You need to keep resting it. No trying to walk around without those crutches."
"I know," I said.
Dad leaned back in his chair. "Your mom and I were talking. We think you need a break. A real one. Somewhere away from school and practice and all the stress."
I blinked. "Like what?"
"A weekend trip," Mom said. "We were thinking about the lake house. It's quiet, peaceful. You ca
