Alex's POV
I woke up before dawn, which was not normal for me. I usually needed an army to drag me out of bed, but this morning, the image of Ari sobbing in my arms was my alarm clock.
The first thing I did was check my phone. A text from Dad: "Therapist secured. Dr. Eleanor Vance. Highly respected, specializes in trauma. First session Monday afternoon. Logistical details sent to Noah."
I felt a surge of relief, followed by a wave of anxiety. Monday. It was happening that fast.
I got dressed quietly and went straight to the kitchen. Eli was already there, which was also unusual. He was making coffee, looking serious.
"Morning," I said softly.
"Morning, Alex," he replied.
"I'm setting up a system. I already put soft-close bumpers on all the cabinets and doors near her room. Noise is
