Chapter 177

Tuesday morning came with soft rain.

Not the loud kind that made people run for cover.

Just a quiet, steady rain that tapped gently against the windows and made everything outside look calm and slow.

Alex stood by the door with their backpack on, staring outside like they were watching a movie.

“I like rain,” they said.

The older one, who was already putting on their shoes, glanced at them.

“You like everything.”

Alex turned and nodded seriously.

“That ...