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The eggs looked wrong.
Sam stared at the pan and swallowed thickly. He should make scrambled eggs for Vince; he needed to eat something before Penny took him away to school. Sam should be a good brother.
"Sam, stop daydreaming," Mom said sharply behind his back as she put bread and butter on the table. "They're just eggs."
Right. Just eggs.
There was some egg white that hadn't set properly yet. It wiggled as Sam mixed it in and he felt bile in his throat.
"Sam..?" Vince touched his arm hesitatingly and Sam sent him a weak smile.
Just eggs.