“Yeah.” Alessia knew he was referring to what had happened the night before.

“And where are York and Ivan?”

“They’re in the bedroom,” Karen answered before Alessia could ask. “Lessie, go call them out for breakfast.”

“Alright.”

Even though it was technically her own room, Alessia knocked politely before turning the handle and stepping inside.

next to

To her surprise, York–usually such a bundle of energy–was quietly s Ivan, clutching a pencil and scratching something onto a piece of pap was not his strong suit; his page was covered with a few mysterious, unidentifiable

creatures.

early, art

Ivan, meanwhile, was hunched over a picture book, studying it with the concentration of an art critic, his face deadly serious. Next to him sat a freshly completed drawing, and if you looked closely, you could spot a faint flower hidden

in the corner.

As for Rex, he was curled up in the far corner of the room, fast asleep.

two on your best

he bounced to attention–then, as if remembering something, he shot a guilty look at

the shelves. York swallowed hard, looking like he was about to confess, but before he could say a word, Ivan

paused, giving them

“I’m hungry.”

blurted, eager to change the subject, while Ivan only shot

need to dig deeper–kids had their

they didn’t

time for breakfast. Ivan, take York to wash his

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onto his side–only to be brushed off as Ivan edged away with a look of mild

the two boys out,

under his chair, eating with gusto. Karen

Next time you visit, I’ll make it

eagerly, reaching for more–only to have Alessia

you, ma’am,” York piped up quickly,

Brendan remarked, a note of admiration in his

think he’s finally made his first real friend, right,

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