Liora’s POV
Karl woke me by climbing onto my bed and announcing, with absolutely no concern for the fact that it was still early, “Mom, I'm hungry.”
I opened one eye and stared at him.
He was standing beside the bed in his pajamas, his hair sticking up in several different directions and his expression completely serious.
“Good morning to you too,” I mumbled.
“Good morning. I'm hungry.”
I pulled the blanket over my face.
“Mom.”
“I heard you.”
“My stomach is empty.”
“You survived the night.”
“Barely.”
I couldn't stop myself from laughing as I pushed the blanket down and sat up. “You are seven years old. How did you nearly starve to death between dinner and breakfast?”
“I don't know. It just happened.”
He climbed onto the edge of the bed while I rubbed my eyes. “What do you wan
