Abigail's POV
Mommy wasn’t smiling. That’s how I knew something was wrong. Mommy always smiled, even when she was tired or when I accidentally spilled juice on her papers. But today, her lips were all flat, and her eyes looked sad, like when I broke my favorite doll and she couldn’t fix it.
I sat on the edge of my bed, swinging my legs back and forth, thinking really hard after being sent to bed. Mommy had come home upset after talking about some man named “Alpha Alexander.” I didn’t know who he was, but I did know he made Mommy sad, and I didn’t like that one bit.
I chewed on my thumb, glancing at the phone Mommy gave me. She said it was just for emergencies, but maybe this was an emergency? Mommy didn’t have to know I was using it, right?
Scooting over to my pillow fort, I tucked mys
