Jesse had been out getting some groceries, since their cupboards were starting to run bare. He'd recently gotten a small raise, and it couldn't have come at a better time. Jayden and Isaiah were starting to hit their growth spurts, and their appetites were growing to match.
Two years had gone by since he and Adrian had had to walk the streets to get money for antibiotics, and Jesse was hoping things would stay the way they were. No one had come looking for them, and even though he still looked over his shoulder more than most people, he'd started to slowly relax a little.
Or at least he had, until someone quietly called his name on the street.
He froze, not wanting to turn around, for fear of who might be standing there: the police, the FBI, hell, he lived in fear of the county sheriff. But it wasn't any of those people. He slowly turned and saw the one person from back home he didn't want to punch on sight. "Nicholas?" he asked, incredulously.