Liora’s POV
By late morning, Karl had decided that staying inside was boring.
He had been moving between the living room and his room for the better part of an hour, picking up one thing before abandoning it for another, until he finally appeared in front of me with a small plastic box in his hands.
“Mom, do you have a table?”
I looked up from my phone. “A table?”
“For this.”
He opened the box and revealed a collection of small building pieces.
“I have a coffee table.”
“That won't work.”
“Why not?”
“Because I need to build something big.”
I smiled. “Then I suppose we need the dining table.”
He nodded as though I had finally understood something obvious.
We cleared a space, and Karl emptied the pieces onto the table. He had decided we were going to build a racetrack, although h
