*Ashley*
I close the door softly behind me, ensuring it clicks shut just as I tuck Alex into my bed, ignoring the sounds of people moving around in the penthouse, and Lucas calling out orders to Mark..
Alex favorite blue dinosaur is tucked into his arms and the duvet pulled up to his chin, and I can see the worry in his wide eyes. “Hey, buddy,” I say gently, settling beside him. “Everything is okay now. You’re safe.”
“Who was that scary lady, Mommy?” he asks, his voice trembling slightly. “I did not like her holding me.”
I take a deep breath, trying to keep my own emotions steady. “She was a poor, sick lady, sweetie. Very confused and really sad. Sometimes people like her don’t know how to ask for help, and that can make them act in ways that seem scary.”
Alex’s little brow furrows a
