“Alex, come on, you’ re going to be late,” Caro called softly, her voice carrying a melody of care through the narrow hallway.From the edge of the kitchen, she leaned into the doorway, balancing a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a dish towel s lung over her shoulder. The morning sun filtered through the transparent white curtains, painting golden streaks across the tiled floor.“ Five more minutes,” Alex groaned from the living room couch, pulling a pillow over his head.“You said that ten minutes ago,” she said with a light laugh. “ Breakfast is getting cold, and your son is already at the table pretending to be invisible.”“ I’m not pretending!” piped up a tiny voice.Caro turned toward the table with a grin. “Oh really? Because I can’t seem to see anyone who refuses to finish their eggs.”Henry giggled, mouth full. “ But eggs are weird mom!”“Well, weird or not, growing superheroes eat their breakfast."Alex finally sat up, hair tousled, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “You tw
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