Amara's POV
Fabian was awake before I was, which never happened, and when I found him in the kitchen, he'd dragged a chair over to the counter and was attempting, with great seriousness, to make toast by himself.
"You're up early," I said, catching the toaster before it tipped.
"I have important stuff to do today."
"Do you?"
"I have to tell Ms. Reyes at school that my dad knows forty-three dinosaurs. She'll probably be really surprised."
I leaned against the counter, coffee in hand, watching him butter toast with the focus of a surgeon. "You slept okay? After everything last night?"
"Yeah." He didn't even look up. "Can Dad come to pick me up today?"
Dad. Not "the dinosaur guy." Not "Ethan." Just dad, dropped in like it had always been the word, like his whole vocabulary had simply
