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.

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

so we can eat together. I'll ask

back!" Angelo didn't hesitate, darting

stop him. Her son, Alonzo, was spoiled

bed. Waking him

on him. One whiny "five more minutes" and

around, Alonzo would be late for school, no question- buried under his

Angelo bolted upstairs.

and yelled, "Bro,

noise but didn't budge. He slapped his hands over his ears, rolled over, and tried to

trip!" Angelo shouted. "If you don't haul ass

Alonzo dropped his hands, sat

Angelo grinned. "Get up, quick-I've got tea

open, and stared at him, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "What's the

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