Break Free The Night (Book 2): Loss of Light by E.M. Fitch Page A

Without waiting to make sure she listened, he walked over to his bed. Kaylee heard his covers rustle before she could move from the window.
     
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                  "Anyone up?"
     
                  Kaylee rolled over, stirred by the whispered voice she didn't recognize and the knock that accompanied it on the locked door.
     
                  "Yes, we are," answered Nick. Kaylee open her eyes and noted that her dad was right, everyone was up. Except for her. Jack was already at the door, standing next to her father and waiting for it to swing open. Anna and Andrew were hovering over Bill, who seemed like his old self again, pushing them away. And Emma was peeking out of the bathroom, a toothbrush hanging from her mouth. That sight prompted Kaylee out of bed.
     
                  "Where'd you get that?" she whispered at her sister, nodding at her toothbrush. She could hear Jack and her father still speaking through the door. Whoever was on the other side was telling them to get back so she could bring food in.
     
                  "Under the sink," Emma answered, pointing. "There's a whole bunch. Toothpaste, too."
     
                  It was too tempting, running water, a sink, and a clean new toothbrush. Kaylee kicked her sister out and took over the bathroom for herself.
     
                  When she emerged, having clean teeth and a clean face and feeling fresher than even after her bath in the cold river, she was faced with a disgruntled Jack.
     
                  "What's wrong?" she asked, looking up at him.
     
                  "They won't let us out," he answered through grit teeth, pushing passed her and shutting the bathroom door. Kaylee looked to her father and Andrew, both of whom were shoveling eggs into their mouth at an alarming rate.
     
                  Eggs .
     
                  Her newly clean mouth watered as she saw the steam swirl over the plate of fluffy, yellow eggs on the floor in the center of the room. The aroma hit her and she could have swooned. She hadn't had eggs in years. She instantly forgot what Jack said about not being let out and grabbed a free plate. They had given a generous amount and Kaylee took a large portion. Everyone else was already eating, Emma grinning at her over her pocketknife fork.
     
                  The first bite was heaven, as though she had forgotten how much she enjoyed eggs until this very minute. They were scrambled and the taste invoked memories of Sunday breakfast with her mom, runny fried eggs on toasted english muffins, the diner on the corner where she and Andrew and their old friends would meet after a movie and order breakfast for dinner. Warm and wonderful and missed.
     
                  Jack came out of the bathroom, still scowling. He walked right past the breakfast, pacing to the door. He leaned against it, ignoring the feasting group behind him. Kaylee frowned. She scooped her last bite and swallowed quickly, stooping to grab what was left on the tray and a spoon.
     
                  "Here," she said, knocking him in the arm with the plate. "Sit and eat."
     
                  "I'm not hungry," he said. "I want to get out of here."
     
                  "I know and we will," she said, "but you should still eat." When he still wouldn't turn from the door, Kaylee rolled her eyes.
     
                  "If he's not going to eat it-" Emma started but Kaylee shushed her.
     
                  "He's going to eat it, if he knows what's good for him. Turn. Sit. Eat," she commanded, using her foot to nudge him towards a bed. He grit his teeth but allowed it, avoiding her gaze when she shoved the plate in his hand. She didn't take her eyes off him until he lift the spoon to his mouth. Once he took his first swallow, there was no stopping