Page 419 of Broken Oath

Her eyes filled immediately.

“What?”

She shook her head.

“Nothing.”

“Sarah.”

“You look like you.”

Wade glanced down at himself.

“I look terrible.”

“You look like my brother.”

He sat beside her.

Dad handed him a plate.

Eggs.

Toast.

Bacon.

Wade stared at the food.

“Where did this come from?”

“Galley.”

“It smells real.”

Dad smiled.

“That’s usually the goal.”

Wade took one bite.

Flavor exploded across his tongue.

Salt.

Butter.

Warm bread.

He closed his eyes.

Sarah watched him.

“Good?”

Wade chewed slowly.

“I’m never complaining about food again.”