Liora’s POV
The next morning was quieter than the day before.
Karl had slept late, and when he finally came into the kitchen, his hair was still messy from sleep and he was wearing the T-shirt he had chosen from the clothes we had bought for him. He climbed onto one of the chairs and watched me make breakfast while I moved around the kitchen.
“Can I have pancakes again?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “You had pancakes yesterday.”
“I know.”
“And you want them again?”
He nodded.
“You're very demanding.”
He smiled. “Please?”
I laughed softly. “All right. Pancakes it is.”
He sat at the table while I started making them, and soon he was telling me about something he had remembered from the park. I listened while he explained how he thought he could probably climb higher than he had the
