#Chapter 27: Secrets and Pancakes

Abigail's POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. Pancakes. Sweet, buttery pancakes. My nose twitched, and my stomach gave a loud, happy rumble. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning. The sunlight was sneaking through my curtains, painting my room in golden stripes. I stretched like a cat, then swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bunny slippers were waiting for me, so I slipped them on and padded out of my room, following the delicious smell. When I got to the living room, I froze. My eyes went wide, and my heart did a little flip-flop. There he was. Alexander. Sitting on our couch like he belonged there, looking all rumpled and tired, like a bear that had just woken up from hibernation. Mommy was standing nearby, arms crossed, her mouth pressed into a line. She looked like she was about to scold me for not putting my toys away, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at him. “Mommy,” I planted my hands on my hips, mirrorin