CHAPTER 17
In the morning, Drew woke up feeling like a scrub brush had been taken to his insides. He'd been cleaned out of a lot of unpleasant gunk, but also felt kind of raw and uncomfortable. He joined the families in the great room, where chilly adults in pajamas sipped coffee and nibbled toast while the children ate cereal at the table. Alyssa wasn't up yet, but Ethan was stuffing Cheerios into his mouth with a gigantic soup spoon. Drew scooped the little boy up and received a tight hug around the neck. He pressed lips softly on his son's head and plunked him back down in front of his bowl before heading into the kitchen to pour himself a steaming hot mug to take to the sofa. Erin sat on the loveseat with a blanket draped over her. Josh's tiny feet stuck out from underneath.
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