Alpha Archer put together a cup of coffee as he waited for the one pan pasta he had put in the oven to cook. He swallowed, his eyes squinting. It was dark, and he had left Hailey to whip up something for them.
His eyes darkened, his thoughts roaming. Beta Nico was dead, his killer still hidden. And Christopher...Christopher...
He swallowed and moved as the click of the oven brought him back to reality. Slowly, he put on the big cooking gloves, then pulled out the pan. It was hot, and he carefully plated it into two different plates. Adding another cup of coffee and water, he walked to the stairs.
He made his way up, then balanced the tray between the wall and his one hand, he opened the door, then walked in.
Hailey was lying on the bed in the same infant position he has left her, her
