“You’ve been out all night and all morning. What were you doing?”
Ezra froze at the accusing tone. He hadn’t even managed to shut the door.
“Well?” demanded the voice once more. “Where have you been?”
Ezra scowled and tugged the door shut behind him, ensuring that the lock clicked into place. “Good morning to you too,” he huffed.
“Afternoon,” corrected his accuser and when Ezra checked the clock, it read one minute past midday. He rolled his eyes and set about preparing lunch.
“Ezra.”
“Lucas,” Ezra mimicked as he continued scraping together a lunch of... cereal bars. He frowned and wondered if he had enough money tucked under the bed to go on a food run.
“Why did you leave so quickly last night?” Lucas demanded and Ezra turned to his younger brother, arms crossed.
“Work,” he replie
