“The thing our parents couldn’t survive,” he said, keeping his voice down, “is finding out which one of their sons let them go hungry.”
Gideon crossed the hall in two steps and reached for the papers, and Ezra turned his shoulder to block him — and just then a light came on and their father was standing in the hallway, blinking, one hand on the taped cane.
“What are you two doing up?”
The transformation was instant.
Gideon’s face resolved back into its easy warmth, and he laughed softly.
“Nothing, Dad.