Naomi POV
Another afternoon.
Another boring day to spend lazing around the house and playing with my stepson and good friend Alex.
What? He talks to me all the time now.
More like he babbles about things while I try to act like I understand him and respond.
Of course I have to do that. It shows respect for the little man's quest for crystal clear eloquence.
We sit in the garden. The sun is warm. The grass is green. Alex holds a crayon in his fist, drawing on a large piece of paper.
“Naomi, look. I drew a dragon.”
“That is beautiful.”
“It is not a dragon. It is a wolf.”
“Oh. I see the wolf now.”
He sighs. “You are not looking.”
“I am looking.”
“You are thinking about Papa.”
I blink. “How do you know?”
“Because your eyes go far away. Like when you are sad.”
I pull him into my
