Liora’s POV
By the time we returned to the apartment, Karl had worn himself out completely.
He had spent the afternoon running around the park with Ezra, challenging him to races, climbing everything he could find and insisting that he wasn't tired even when his steps had started slowing. By the time we reached the apartment, he was quiet in the back seat, his head resting against the window as he watched New York pass outside.
Ezra walked us upstairs, carrying the small backpack Karl had taken with him.
“You had a busy day,” Ezra said as Karl unlocked the door behind me.
Karl shrugged, although the tired smile on his face gave him away. “It wasn't that busy.”
Ezra smiled. “Of course not.”
Karl looked at him. “Are you coming tomorrow?”
“If your mother says I'm allowed.”
Karl immed
