Time to crash.

Mrs. Ormond, who'd been tossing and turning half the night, finally drifted off.

They didn't talk again till morning.

Normally, she'd sleep till noon, but worry dragged her out of bed early today, despite barely resting.

Downstairs, Elora was still out on her morning run, not back yet. Tatum was in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast for her and her two siblings like clockwork.

"Aunt!" Angelo piped up from the couch, where he'd been glued to the TV. He jumped up when he saw Mrs. Ormond. "Good morning!"

"Angelo, you're up early," she said. "Your brother still snoozing?"

"I hit the hay early last night, so I'm up now," he replied.

and added, “Aunt, I'll run upstairs and wake

up so we can eat together. I'll ask Tatum

Angelo didn't

didn't stop him. Her son, Alonzo, was spoiled rotten by

kid loved his bed. Waking him was a chore

soft on him. One whiny "five

and Tatum weren't around, Alonzo would be late for school, no question- buried under his

Angelo bolted upstairs.

it and yelled, "Bro, get

budge. He slapped his hands over his

"If you don't haul ass Elora's gonna come back from her run and whoop

hands, sat up,

up, quick-I've got tea

over, yanked it open, and stared at him, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "What's

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