***Evelyn’s POV***
I heard the music from my alarm and I moaned. If someone said that waking up at 4 a.m. gets easier with time, they were lying. Lying through their damn teeth. Stretching, I reached out with my left hand to silence my phone. Rolling over, I set my feet on the ground and sighed. Wood floors, great for cleaning, freezing cold in the morning. I looked over and my son Elliot was still curled up on his side of the bed. It took him a week to learn to sleep through my alarms. He had his own little alarms with his favorite songs that got him going in the morning. One of the songs was sung by his father and I didn’t have the heart to tell him he couldn’t listen to it.
Smiling, I kissed his head and went into the bathroom for the usual morning routine. Showering, I dried off quic
