Alex's POV
The sun was just starting to hit the pine trees outside the kitchen window when I heard a small, muffled sound coming from the bedroom, and I froze with a carton of eggs in my hand because I had no idea what I was supposed to do if the boy woke up before Krystal did.
I walked toward the doorway on my tiptoes and I saw a pair of big, blue eyes staring at me from the middle of the quilt, and for a long moment neither of us said a word while the boy gripped his red plastic plane like it was a shield.
He didn't look scared exactly, he just looked curious, and he tilted his head to the side in a way that felt so familiar it made my chest feel tight.
"Hi there, I'm Alex, and I'm just making some breakfast in the kitchen if you're feeling hungry," I said, and I kept my voice as l
