Axel Garcia…
I wished I’d gotten more sleep the night before, but my dreams had been so dark and intense that it had almost been a relief when my son Alex woke me up. I’d had similar dreams after me and Miller were abducted. I felt as if I was trying to reach the light at the end of the tunnel against the force of the quicksand pulling me deeper.
"Daddy Ax, I’m hungry," Alex said as he sucked his thumb. "But I need to pee first," he added, placing his hand on my shoulder as if he wanted me to scoop him up. I carried him to the bathroom, and he peed. He washed his hands and his face as if it were his morning routine.
Jevon woke up and went straight to the bathroom to pee. He did what Alex did as part of his morning routine. I carried them both to the kitchen. It was six in the morning.
