He just didn’t know how much. Of course, he did the job. Went to the meetings. Read the emails. And at the end of every workday, he crossed another date off his desk calendar. Another twenty-four hours closer to the medical board. One less obstacle standing between him and flying. He clicked the controller to the garage door, idling his Jeep until the door swung back and he could pull in next to Ian’s Jeep Cherokee. Buying the vehicle had been a smart choice. Ian now drove himself to school. One less thing for Griffin to worry about. Griffin grabbed the sack of groceries he purchased on his way home and headed into the house. Tonight his brother could choose the main course. “Hey, Ian. I’m home.” No response. “We’ve got options tonight for dinner. You want steak or chicken?” He set the bag on the kitchen counter, tossing his keys next to it before walking through the house and standing at the foot of the stairs. He was no longer on a first-name basis with all the cashiers staffing the fast-food drive-throughs within a three-mile radius of the town house.
