Sam woke up to chaos. One minute, he was dead asleep, cocooned in the one decent blanket left on his bed. The next, a loud crash and a string of cursing rattled the floorboards downstairs—Monica’s voice, unmistakable, sliced straight through the groggy, half-lit quiet. He groaned, stuffing his head under the pillow, but it was too late; adrenaline was already fizzing through his veins.
From the top bunk, Jesse’s red head shot up like a gopher. He looked wild-eyed for half a second before Mo