Chapter 38
Everything in the apartment was in the right place. Dishes clean and put away. Books closed and on shelves, or at least in neat piles on the oak coffee table in the living room. Clothing and shoes clean, stowed in the correct drawers or closets for each child. Even the battered old desk everyone wanted to use was cleared and spotless.
Alex forced himself not to think about how long it had been since he or Etan had to pick up toys from the living room or anywhere else. He made another restless circuit of the tidy space instead.
Joining up two apartments years ago had made everything easier, more than even he expected. All their children had a room to themselves, or would later tonight.
Another thought Alex couldn’t fit into his mind yet.
That empty bedroom.
He and Etan had
