Chapter 147

Sloane

Breakfast is a happy kind of chaos with sticky fingers, flour on the counter, and syrup somehow in Mateo’s hair. When we’re finally finished, Mateo licks a smear off his thumb and grins up at me. He looks like a completely different kid than the one I found crying in the corner this morning.

“Hey, buddy,” I say, rinsing dishes at the sink. “Want to meet some of the other kids?”

His head pop