Until I was finally able to leave the baby sleeping in the portable crib and return to clean the kitchen, I had to spend a long time coming to terms with the fact that I had been the one in the wrong for speaking to Alexander the way I did in the first place. I could only try to imagine what he must be feeling. His wife—the woman he had loved for years and with whom he had been so happy—suddenly… no longer recognized him, nor Andre, to make matters worse. He hadn’t mentioned anything about Sasha. Maybe because she was a girl and the girls of his kind didn’t transform? I couldn’t imagine anyone rejecting a child as adorable as Andre, in any form. The boy had won me over with his candor and liveliness, and that was despite having first met him in his animal form.
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