Jacob’s eyes creaked open and the room took shape in the dim morning light. His vision fluttered around the room as the space focused. Jennifer, his oldest, slept in one of the two chairs by the door to his room. Her hair swept over the chest of her husband Ozzy, as the two slept just under the window. Jennifer’s little brother, Joey, slept on the futon by the door. Jacob smiled as he saw the drool coming down his boy’s face. Lying...