10
The next morning, I overslept for the first time in as long as I could remember. I blinked at the clock repeatedly when I woke up, as if not understanding the significance of seeing an “eight” as the first numeral when lying horizontally. After a second, I bolted upright and raced down the stairs.
“Kev? Kyle?”
The two Reynolds men waited in the kitchen, sharing a plate of toast. They both turned to stare at the doorway. My nephew’s face lit up. “Aly!”
“Good morning!” I sagged with relief. “Kevin, is everything okay? Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“It’s been a stressful few days,” Kevin said. “I figured you could sleep in for once. I’ll take Kyle to school, and you can relax until your first class. I don’t have any appointments until ten this morning.”
“Are you sure? I can run up to s
