"Son, you're up early."

I pour coffee into the empty cup next to mine at the sound of my father's entry, "Yes, well Jace will be joining me shortly for an early game. It seemed important, he woke me up at two."

My father's bare feet walk the distance from the metal fridge to where I stand across the 15 meter expanse of stainless steel and dark wood kitchen décor with his empty coffee cup in hand.

He takes the refill I've already poured from my outstretched hand and leans ...